Life becomes fun (again)

Travis comes in to discuss writing the next book (a graphic novel) for us. LOTS of interesting things in common, most noticeably a love of Herzog and Kinsky, not to mention Svankmajer. This project will be much more bizarre and strange than anything we've tackled so far - and perhaps an ideal companion project for See of Logos. Travis may be a good writer to use. His novel is seemingly punky, odd and opinionated and perhaps this is what we need (maybe I should read it? Now there's a thought): http://www.3ammagazine.com/litarchives/2004/may/interview_travis_jeppesen.html Hope so. He goes off with a dog-eared copy of a book that he needs to read for the project, and several Herzog DVDs. Then an email arrives from Rachel to say that she has just been on cable tv and used Tarot of Prague (which she says good things about again). The show sounds cheesy but a laugh – with perhaps an element of unintended seriousness? Anyway, the idea of Rachel sitting in a shopping mall being filmed giving readings with Tarot of Prague really pleases us. I want that tape! Diane Wilkes reviews Tarot of Prague second edition (and does not mention Knight of Cups! Which in some ways I quite like as usually people home in on that change). Nice, sensitive review, as one would expect from Diane: http://www.tarotpassages.com/prague2.htm The canary continues to be in love with Edith Piaff and sings along with her in pure Parisian style. We wonder where to obtain bird skeletons in a “sound” way (a walk in the park perhaps?) We don’t mention any of this to the canary… We make glorious stamp images from The Great Felinsky and the Hairless Guard Cat. I try to persuade Alex to do an interview for a reviewer and he – as always – refuses flat and tells me to speak on his behalf. Doing PR for Alex is laughably difficult. But in a way I like that he is so UN-branded about himself - unlike almost everyone now. And we finally arrange to go to Frankfurt Book Fair in a fortnight with our printers. Though my friend in Frankfurt (the only German I know who speaks English with a distinct Belfast accent) turns out to be suddenly off doing a high-powered post-grad business degree in Boston – as of last month. Will I ever get to have a drink with him again? But for a day, this is good. I love it when life flips around fast like this.