It's blowing a proper gale here in London - the weather to curl with a good book. Instead of which, I have been trying to write a good book, and failing rather. Instead of this I re-arranged the kitchen cupboard and threw out some Lloyd Grossman pasta sauce with a use-by date of 2006. This is virtually an heirloom.On the downside, my amazon rating is down to 176,781 (it'll probably have slumped even further by the time you read this). But on the plus side, I got a huge box delivered this morning and IT'S MY BOOKS. How pink are they? I explained to the delivery guy what it was and he was almost as excited as me (even though he was worried about getting a parking ticket as I rambled on). And the book is also Pick of the Month on the Orion website. Now, OK, Orion are my publisher so perhaps they are biased, but it's still cool, n'est-ce pas?
I think I might buy myself for publication day, to mark the momentous launch of The Bride Hunter on an unsuspecting (and probably largely indifferent) public. It would be nice to have something to remember the occasion by. I am currently toying with a charm bracelet - metaphorically - and though my aspirations are Tiffany, my budget is more Bombay Duck. I thought perhaps I could buy a new charm for every book, though as I currently have a two-book deal, and publishing is very precarious, the bracelet might end up looking very sparse. Any other ideas?
