Well, well...popped up on Google in the blog. Not that it means anything. You never know, some bright publisher with an eye to the main chance might offer me £70,000 for the right to publish it as a book. The midweek excitement is fading at the end of the week. Just been talking to a new friend about work, age and money. Either you've got it all or nothing. This is turning into a serious pain in the neck. I could really do with a major sale. And I've got the goods...so come on folks, buy me up and make yourself a fortune. On that score I got the best turndown letter of the lot this week from Simon Trewin. This book, that I shall not name here, is going to be the biggie. It's the one I go to sleep with -- that means it's in the conscious and the unconscious. Wish me luck, folks...
A CROOKED HOUSE
Life's a bit like this at times. Here you find my idle thoughts as I take a break from fiction. It's better than going down the pub, smoking or the gym. Feel free to comment, just remember that the struggle to be published often leads me to the edge of the abyss. But life is like that when you're trying to make a dream come true.
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