Just passed the magic chair in Morley Street today. How come everything I see is a reference to Star Trek?
another carbon-based life-form, Captain
thinking of writing an alternate history of Britain in the 1970s, where Ray Davies of The Kinks becomes Prime Minister, and “Lola” becomes the national anthem
“Do you feel like you’re getting stronger, darling?”
“No, not really.”
Well I’ve crept along to the next page of my Kindle e-publication. God this feels so counter-intuitive. For all of my loudness, indiscretion, and social awkwardness – I sometimes wonder if I have an Asperger’s diagnosis – I am actually a preposterously shy person. A terrified neurotic.
But nevertheless, it’s getting there. After submitting the manuscript to numerous agents – and getting replies that ranged from the encouraging (Curtis Brown) to the no-reply-at-all (many, who shall be nameless), I shall now try Kindling my novel.
It will at least feel like the completion of a process. I am also intending to publish on other platforms – but Kindle is a start. Writing the blurb has been surprisingly fun.
But a cover? Oh yes?
And as I have purchased a few ISBNs, shall I call myself a publisher? What name? Now that’s something it might be fun to ponder.
Looks beautiful out, from the window beside me, but there’s a cold wind. I’m thinking of my friend with benefits in Scotland and wanting to escape up there. At least start messaging with him.
But – hey – it’s good to do something counter-intuitive isn’t it? In fact, essential.
a glimpse of the truth
Just put my two entries into the Bristol Short Story Competition. Why is this stuff so difficult for me to do? I wonder.
Anyway, that’s done. Forget it. Now hang the washing on the radiators.