TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears:
To-morrow Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years"
- Omar Khayyam
"Enlightenment don't pay the motherf%Ł*ing rent."
- FreeBSD, THE MANUSCRIPT
And but so the night before the official launch of Macmillan New Writing (and, perforce, of THE MANUSCRIPT), Macmillan graciously and stylishly hosted a gala launch party at their smokin' King's Cross digs. There were fire jugglers and free drinks and egregious adulation. And what more, really, need be said than that? (Except perhaps that I missed the fire jugglers, and the first half of the party, due to having freaked out in the face of launch week madness and decades-old children-of-divorce issues and stayed sulking down the pub inhaling pints of Stella until darling Paola coaxed me back into the world, after which I had a really lovely time, but enough about me, on with the gala launch party pictures . . .)
All photo credits 2006 SNAFU Literary Promotion Productions. (SNAFU LPP is a wholey-owned subsidiary of Sara Natalie Fuchs, the entire world's loveliest and most supportive sister.)