Well, as always I'll start with honesty. The writer's life is tough. This is no an occupation for any namby-pamby boy. Hemingway always said writing was about the most demanding life one could choose. I have not found things easy over the past two weeks. To be honest I have developed writer's block. But quit? NEVER! Throwing in the towel and Gene could never be part of the same sentence.
One of the things I have been very concerned about is that I have a routine for the day and that I don't get under Marianne's feet. She's a busy girl: she is on call as a translator for hospital duty with the NHS, she does part-time work for a translation agency and she also volunteers in her spare time for the Passage Homeless Centre in Westminster. Yes, I know, I know. I just don't deserve a wife like Marianne.
So in the mornings I get out of the house. Originally I was considering becoming a Soho character and spending my days in the French pub, Wheelers, The Pillars of Hercules and the Coach & Horses. However I abandoned that idea and am sticking to Uxbridge. I'm told the Soho scene is just not the same since the passing of Francis Bacon and Jeffrey Bernard.
Luckily some great coffee bars in Uxbridge: Hoole & Harris in the High Street, Giardino in the Intu Centre and even Marks & Spencers café in the Pavilions centre.
Francis Bacon |
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