As you might expect, I have been writing a novel. It was six and a half years of dipping in and out and writing a couple of pages every three months or so, and then forgetting about it again. Then it was about six months of graft and writing and editing and printing it out and doing things to it with a red gel pen. But it’s finished. Well, final draft. It’s called “Held Down”.
I’m sending it to some test readers – a couple of people who know me better than anyone (and, thus, who can hopefully tell me if it’s self-indulgent tripe) and a few other people I know, who will hopefully have something to say.
More news if and when there is any. If everyone thinks it’s crap, I’ll just stick to music. And the film. I’m writing a film with a chap called Harvey. It’s going to be quite funny. But good funny, not crap funny.
Over and out.