There is something about time that has always interested me. The nature of it, the mystery of it. The feel and the touch of it, the music of it. The doldums and the storms of it. It’s why I love astrology, which, while failing to offer explanations, to me anyway, at least offers a language of time that is subtle and symbolic. I wish more people spoke it.
I got two emails this morning, four minutes apart – one telling me that my request to register the domain name bonhom.ie for this blog has been successful, which is a bit of a coup, and the other that my book has just come back from the printers, and everyone in Hot Press is very excited and proud of it. I am rather chuffed.
I have to wait till Thursday to get my hands on a copy, as I’m going to Dublin tomorrow evening. I took a look at a pdf of the finished cover, and I am delighted with it. But I also wince - liberties have been taken to sell, sell, sell it, and I realise I’ve got to fasten my seatbelt and prepare for some buffetting. All’s fair in love and PR, I suppose.