Having spent two whole weeks off in the real world skulking about in an office, Reed has come back here only to go away again. Reed will be Abroad for a week. I am sure Abroad has a plenitude of computers with Internet access, but will she have access to the access? She might. And she might not. You will have to wait and see.

Me? Oh I’m the Editor. I tend to get shoved in a closet and forgotten when Reed is on holiday. I’m sure she thinks this is a good thing. Damned if I know what she’ll get up to, off the leash, unchecked, ungoverned, and left to the thrall of her own judgment. I have visions of her being chased out of a tavern by pitch-fork-waving locals because, as we know, when undercaffeinated she carries on like Tallulah Bankhead channelling Mother Teresa. Does that image make you half as uncomfortable as it makes me?

But she has promised to take this book with her, and work on her poetry, and post whatever she comes up with on her return. Oh we few, we happy few, we band of bothered.

Posted by Editor on Wednesday, May 24th, 2006 at 10:04 pm.