Cape Town, Good News, Bad News

Cape Town, I have good news and bad news.  The good news is that I'm here. The bad news is, with the chaos of organising and preparing the Johannesburg reading, there wasn't time to properly get a venue. More bad news: The Johannesburg reading went so well, I sold out of every single copy of I Wrote This For You I had and there were quite a few. I honestly wasn't expecting that and thought I was prepared. Obviously I wasn't and I can only sincerely apologise.  Now back to the good news, I'm in discussions with The Book Lounge in Cape Town and there's a good chance they'll be the sole distributor here of signed copies of the book and we're also talking about a reading there in the future and when I say the future, I mean soon.  My humblest, sincerest apologies. I love you and I honestly can't wait to meet you.  - Me  PS. This is the most beautiful city in the world.

I Read This Out Aloud For You

"So what the hell is all this? I don't know. I don’t know what I'll write let alone what people will like when I wake up each morning. I do not know what Jon, the photographer of I Wrote This For You, will send me. I believe this is why I still enjoy it. 


 Perhaps, in some sense, it is the witnessing of someone else's life. A way to let someone know that someone does in fact care and is documenting the incredibly angelic and traumatic things that happen to them on their way through this house of mirrors and broken glass that we call, life."

The Relative Phenomena

I would do my taxes. Fill out insurance forms.

Count grains of rice in a bag.

Whatever made time pass the slowest with you.

The Standard Operating Procedures

No matter how hard you try, you will never be stranger than what the world considers normal.

The Things We Are Supposed To Be

Just so you know, I don't. And I refuse to care.

The Strangest Voice

You'll forgive me but I'm professionally curious. I'm paid to be interesting. I'm indebted to mystery.

And perhaps you have thought that because I use simple words, I am an idiot savant who does not understand bigger ones, but I've experienced such limerance from a simple dulcet daliance with complexity that I've come to believe that such things almost always destroys a decent dénouement, which as I previously stated, is what I'm here for. 

Hence, I apologise again but I'm here for the intrigue. I'm here for the plot. For the exposition and if there's time for one more, a refrain.

So I'm not interested in what you have to tell me.

I am only interested in the things, you cannot say.

The Grinning Fool

Each night, somewhere out there, people go to bed, petrified that I might be happy as I am.

And I wake up each day and make their worst fears come true.

PS.

I hope you're happy.