My dear friend JC (you know who you are) recently introduced me to McSweeneys, that fantastic writing project/community, with their breathstopping beautiful periodical books. Where have they been all my life? In their own words,
"McSweeney's Quarterly Concern publishes on a roughly quarterly schedule, and we try to make each issue very different from the last. One issue came in a box, one was Icelandic, and one looks like a pile of mail. In all, we give you groundbreaking fiction and much more."
Straying from my task of hammering out a script ( I loathe writing to deadline it makes me cross and rebellious), I wandered onto the site and found these out of office autoreplies. by Jim Stallard.
I love them. And what a cunning and elegant way to disappear for a while, which is precisely where my fantasies have been this morning.
I will be at my desk from 5pm until 6pm daily, while you are stuck in traffic.
I will be out of the office until September when the weather improves. Please direct urgent enquiries to my therapist.
Students, I will not be responding to any more emails this month. I have already invoiced for the hours we spent together.
I will be out of the office indefinately until I become a successful fiction writer.
I have forsworn email, blogging, twittering and facebooking until further notice. Its a bet I have with my husband and a lot of money is at stake. Please don't tempt me.
I will be spending this week at the bottom of a well in the hope it makes me as good a writer as Murakami. You may send small folded paper aeroplanes down but please only do it at midday. Food parcels also welcome.
I will be by the bear cage at Joburg zoo for the remainder of this week. No sudden movements.
What's your out of office autoreply this week?