See, I had it all planned. Put up a blog. Dazzle Netizens with the brilliance of your prose style. Be trenchant. Acute.
Then wait for the book advance. I tell yer, they’ll be a-beggin’ of me.
Didn’t quite happen that way. What can I do, these chaps didn’t bother to read my script. I’ve been quite devastatingly dissed. (“Pompous but endearing” – yeah right, somebody’s stupid fat great-uncle).Trenchant? Ha! Trencherman at best. Obtuse rather than acute. And not so many Netizens either.
But wonders, the offers did come in. It took some years, but they did. Only the odd article so far, no book deal, but still and all, it’s a start. So all is gas and gaiters, not to mention joy and jollity. Except for one thing.
I still have to write the damn things. The agony.