Hello there, June,
I am still in front of my desk with my eyes kind of aching after all these words I have been reading, writing, erasing, rewriting.
Actually I admit I have a publishing fear: I am writing, and then I don’t really show my work to the publishers I could have. Especially in the world contacted. Especially when it comes to writing a project for my other activity, the artistic project organization, I seem to feel overwhelmed: I still have on my mind the words of my critics, it doesn’t make sense, it is not well written, it is … not publishable for the brochure of the exhibition… you’d better stick to contact the catering… who do you think you are, the curator?
Just to make a long story short.
The thing is, I have dared to publish a book. But I went to find a publisher in my French village, probably hoping no one will find about it.
At least none of my Parisian, high brow critics.
I am a great performer, so I dare to explain things in meetings.
But when it comes to writing the text, there is something in the form that doesn’t fit the gallery’s standards.
I decided to change that.
I will sent as many projects as possible. They will wonder how on earth I found the time.
I sure must have a ghost-writer.
A slave I have seduced with my inhuman charm.
Or something of the kind;-)