Sport 28: Autumn 2002
February 1982
February 1982
I was reading One Too Many Lives over today after getting it back from Chris Cole-Catley. It's too good to go on the scrap-heap and I love it more than Novel #2.
I slept through the alarm this morning. I dreamed that I was my hero walking into a huge room, under a domed roof, and on to a mosaic map of the world. And, since I was too depressed to work on Novel #2 today I wrote letter from Olympia and K'Methoa to Winellen, retreating into my rejected, beloved world. I feel like I'm pulling faces behind someone's back. I want to go and join the grand gathering of people who get published in Landfall and the Listener, but I can't keep a straight face, my tongue is too bitter, and I keep putting it out.