Saturday, 27 March 2010
Friday, 19 March 2010
The Bear: "Is that bloody book done yet?"
Me: "Almost. I'm on the home straight now. Just a few more days."
The Bear: "You've been messing about with it for ages."
Me: "I know. Well, it's been difficult to write. Books always are, and this one especially."
The Bear: "You don't know you're born. You think you know hardship, try being dumped on the side of a motorway with your brothers and sisters in a plastic bag."
Me: "I will certainly take your advice and give that a go. It will probably be quite good to write about."
The Bear: "No need to get sarcastic. Anyway - do you have any more of that gammon you had the other day?"
Me: "Maybe when the book's done and I get the next part of my advance."
The Bear: "God. COME ON! It's not exactly War And Peace."
Me: "Well, you can pre-order it, if you're feeling impatient."
The Bear: "Neh. To be honest, I might not even read it. I'm exclusively in a Chekhov phase at the moment."