I consider myself quite adept at procrastination. I even belong to a procrastinating writer’s club (my rationalization knows no bounds). But when I heard that THE Helena Hann-Basquiat, my favorite dilettante, was publishing Volume 1 of her Memoirs of a Dilettante and that if I supported her Kickstarter project, I could get a specially SIGNED hard copy of said memoir, well, Dear Reader, I dropped EVERYTHING and immediately went to https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jimsquires/memoirs-of-a-dilletante-volume-one and signed up!
But YOU, you only have until Saturday, March 22nd, at 3 pm EST, to secure your own special-just-for-you signed copy of Memoirs of a Dilettante Volume 1. So go there NOW (https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jimsquires/memoirs-of-a-dilletante-volume-one). If you not familiar with Helena’s stories of hilarious escapades with her niece Penny, the Countess of Arcadia, then by all means visit her blog and see what I mean. (And, of course, the rest of us will wonder just what rock you’ve been living under.) After you’ve drunk in Helena’s always entertaining, often enlightening prose, kick your *ss in gear and head over to https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/jimsquires/memoirs-of-a-dilletante-volume-one. It’s so easy to sign up and order, you won’t even miss those few minutes that you would have otherwise procrastinated away 🙂
I know, darlings, it’s a horrible name for a Mexican cantina, but we serve only the finest tequila and fresh made tortillas, with home-made salsa. And now I’m really hungry.
Surprisingly, this post isn’t really about food at all, but rather, it’s an alarm call. Call it a 5-alarm chili pepper if you like, considering we’re already talking Mexican food, but don’t hit the snooze button.
Peppers don’t have snooze buttons, Helena.
Thank you Captain Obvious. But work with me, darlings. What I’m trying to say is this:
Remember those four times you meant to pre-order Memoirs of a Dilettante? Maybe you were even chatting with me and you said — okay, going to do that now — but then the phone rang, or the neighbours knocked, or your boyfriend/girlfriend started making bedroom eyes at you — and you thought — oh well, I’ll do it later?
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