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On Procrastination

The very first concept plan for The Paperbook Collective, circa June 2013 It feels surreal to be finally putting together the contents page for Issue Eight of The Paperbook Collective, but that is what I am doing this morning. This issue has sat in pieces for so long that it became the elephant in the computer – that one massive project that I have consistently avoided over the past six months. But now that I have dived into it again it is coming together as though not a moment has passed. I’m sure there is some lesson on procrastination in there but I will studiously avoid that for now. There are some incredible pieces of work in Issue Eight. I was distracted for hours last night reading through them all, caught up in each one as I scrolled through the pages. And each piece is so vastly different, which is exactly what I was aiming for when I begun this crazy project 15 long months ago. So much has changed in my life in that …

‘I feel fine.’

I have a confession to make. I judge a book by its cover. Or, to be more precise, I judge it by its title. Back in the days when I still had some money, before I became unemployed and poor, I used to buy a few books online. The reason for that is that there¬†are no fabulous second-hand bookstores in my town, and even when I was working I wasn’t wealthy enough to buy new books from an established bookstore, unless they were my lovely Penguin Classics. So I begun to buy books online, mainly through Ebay, and never for more than $10 a pop. When you limit your choices like this you take what you can get, and if you find a Hemingway for under $10, with the intriguing and glorious title Men Without Women, you don’t ask questions. You just click buy. Luckily, when you buy a Hemmingway, you buy a literary¬†goldmine, and that is exactly what I got. Men Without Women is a collection of Hemmingway’s short stories, published in 1927, squeezing …