47: thank crunchie

Friday! Brilliant. One day closer to Monday and the whole damn cycle starts again. Weeks. Crazy. But Fridays are good, nonetheless, even thirteenths. I've had a very manic few days in work, which involved a minimum of actual work, but a multitude of meetings, which is a discomfiting ratio, and a tiring one. So the weekend is a Good Thing. I've gotten very little reading done this week - actual print, that is, I seem to have spent an inordinate amount of time online reading things - and so I'm making very slow progress through Bolano's 2666, which seems to have become a fixture on the living room floor next to empty cups of tea. The structure of the book is oddly episodic, and it hasn't immediately grabbed me like The Savage Detectives did. But I'm only about a quarter of the way through - if that - and at the rate I'm going it'll take me six months to finish, so expect a report sometime in the autumn. I'm determined to get more writing done in the next few weeks, however, and have already made start in that direction. I've got a flash piece that needs muchos work, though whether it'll get longer or shorter is as yet unknown. If I can get that polished up a bit over the weekend I'll be pleased. There, that's surely jinxed it already.

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