Last week I signed a contract for the next book. I emailed the publisher’s director of sales and marketing to let her know that the signed documents were in the post and added jokingly, “Now my life will have meaning.”
To which she responded, “Surely you have thought deeply enough about the human condition to know there is no meaning. Contractual obligations, sadly, do not distract us from ‘ the sure extinction we travel to.'”
Note to self: Do not open her emails before the first cup of coffee.