13 October 2005
Okay, look. I know about hubris, all right? I understand the concept, and its applications. Which is why, when I spoke of finishing a book in three months, I was joking...
Some things are just pure over-reaction. Like yesterday, when the Arts Council deliberately conspired to stop me working, with a last-minute invitation to a party that I dared not refuse; like four oíclock this morning, when my Misha-cat suddenly couldnít stand up, on account of another mega-infection in her ear; like right now, when Iíve taken her to hospital and was thinking I could spend the morning chained to my keyboard before I phone at lunchtime to find out how she is, and I find that I canít, because Iíve made arrangements to meet people in town.
I get the message, okay? No more jokes, no more expectations. Just leave me alone, o ye gods...
© Chaz Brenchley 2005
Reproduced here by permission of Chaz Brenchley, who asserts his moral right to be identified as the author of this work.