… something important happened a couple of weeks ago that I really should have mentioned, in that I seem to have acquired myself an agent in the shape of the redoubtable Kate Nash. For some reason she seems to think that the current WiP has what I believe are referred to as “legs”, and has taken it upon herself to convince the market that this is indeed the case. As you may imagine, I am rather excited about this. The only problem is that the flipside of the deal is that I have to finish the bloody thing.

In other news, I’d like to reassure the many thousands of you who have been scanning the new fall edition of the Boston Literary Magazine in order to read my poem “Mid-Life Crisis” that its absence is due to a temporary glitch on their part and will be rectified shortly.