So I'm meeting my publisher this morning about the forthcoming book based on my work and the world during 2008, the year of Obama's entrance and Bush's exit, the Chinese Olympics, economic meltdown and much more. I always wanted to write something epic and relevant to today.
Today moves so fast though doesn't it. Can't catch it.
We're meeting in the Turbine Hall of the Tate Modern, which I hope I'll find with ease, having the most terrible sense of direction ever handed out. I have my notebook! And it's so so so wet.