Live at the new burger
It is done.
I just hit send on the first combined Cheeseburger/newsletter mail out.
Spent the day filling the new digs with things to read.
Soon enough, pointing your browser at this page will redirect to Substack.
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The Last Burger… until the next one
So, I have been quiet, but I"ve been busy. Partly writing books and a new subscription column to make up for a pretty dire collapse in my other income. Thanks Rona! But also, partly building a new blog, or rather a new version of The Burger.
I was having real trouble finding the time to post here because I was so busy everywhere else. It was really getting me down.
I"d also been struggling with what to do about my mailing list/bookclub.
And then I thought.
A world we could travel
This is my current lock screen, a scene from a bar we came to love to in Paris while there recently. Somebody on Twitter sent me a heads up on this place and I really should look them up and thank them for the pick. I think I fetched up at this joint on the edge of the Marais at least once a day (and a couple of times more than once).
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Big surprise, but I"ve been eating out in cafes and restaurants a lot of less recently. Well, okay, not at all. But I"ve been spending a lot more money at one of my local haunts than I ever did before the plague.
There"s a place down the hill from us which used to be a French Twist franchise but the owners struck out on their own and now it"s called Fiddeleaf. (I think that"s some kind of tree reference).
Covid 19 horror story
Ditzing around on the twitterz last night I came across a really cool horror story by Alan Baxter, a really cool writer of horror stories. I thought it was so good it needed to be preserved in more permanent form. Huzzah! It's now available on his blog for you to enjoy. From 1.5m away.
MY TOP FIVE POST APOCALYPSE SELF IMPROVEMENT HACKS THAT YOU NEED TO ACTION TODAY
Seemed an approriate time to republish this.
It can be hard in this crazy go-go post-apocalyptic world of ours to stay focussed on what"s important: you and the better you inside you just waiting to get out of you-like the giant tapeworms which helped bring down our civilisation.
Turns out if you ignore the end of the world it goes away
Like everyone, I've had a bit of trouble concentrating recently. You know, lots of stuff happening. I've been trying to wrap up the first draft of The Shattered Skies and I'll admit, it's been tough. I was cruising through this manuscript, cranking three or four thousand words a day without breaking a sweat, and then all of a sudden I wasn't.