For those of you who had read my short stories you'll know that I normally write in the third person but for this novel I have written in the first person in a voice which is actually quite close to my own in that's it very colloquial - although there's not so many expletives as here on my blog. Okay, maybe there's still a few expletives - but it's all in the pursuit of art and in very good taste. Apart from the telephone sex stuff. Which is probably in poor taste. Oh well - what the heck - I enjoyed writing it!
So I shall be hit and miss here on my blog for a few weeks. There are few days left before the end of the school year and then six weeks school holidays so I need to make the most of these last few day of freedom.
On another matter, I am slightly naffed off at our Church fete to find, yet again, that they are selling books at six for a pound. Obviously, an author gets no cut of this anyway but I have to say whilst I have bought many second hand books (usually somewhere between 50p to £1.50) I generally buy authors that I would not have contemplated buying anyway and if I like their writing there is a strong chance I will buy another of their books at the official retail price. In which case it's a win for the charity selling the book, a win for the author who gets a new fan and a win for me to discover a new writer I might otherwise not have found.
So this year at the church fete I bought two plays by a dead author (which didn't make me feel so bad), a novel by a children's author from whom I'd already bought five or six books at the proper retail price (so again I didn't feel so bad) and a book by a chick lit author which I would never have bought anyway and will probably only read if I am ever stuck on a desert island with it. I also bought Skippy Dies by by Paul Murray and a hardback copy of Dear Fatty by Dawn French. I can't see Skippy Dies on my waiting to read shelf but I know I contemplated buying it at one stage - so either it is already submerged somewhere in my hideously messy bookshelves waiting to be read or for some reason I decided not to purchase. I probably wouldn't have bought Dear Fatty not because I don't like the lovely and talented Dawn French but simply because I am not into celebrity biographies. I've now decided if I get around to reading Skippy Dies and Dear Fatty I will write reviews on Amazon so at least the authors gets something in return. We've all heard about success of J.K Rowling and Stephen King and a few other big names but for most writers it's tough trying to make any kind of living. And even though Dawn French is a household name and Paul Murray is a Man Booker and Costa Book Award nominee I think I'd be pretty fed up to find my book for sale for the equivalent of 16 pence. I'd rather it was free and people asked for a voluntary contribution.
|At 660 pages surely worth more than 16 pence.