Because I’d had such a disappointing experience with my first publisher (I’m still waiting for last year’s royalties which should have been paid in April) John (my friend) suggested that we publish this one on line which means that we retain complete control and I don’t have to pay a publisher 60% of every book sold. In other word I get all the moolah! This I like! Of course I will pay John a percentage and a decent one at that and we will price the book a lot cheaper than the first one. I always thought 25 quid for the hardback and almost 13 for the softback was way too expensive and would cringe every time I was presented with a book to sign. I thought it was a rip off and I hate to exploit fans who are parting with their hard earned cash. I also thought 10 quid for a photograph was far too expensive so to have control not only of the product but also the pricewill be a great relief.
I love writing and feel enormous gratitude to the friend who got me started on the path. He created my original web site for me and made a present of it providing that I write a blog, which I duly did and the response I received gave me the confidence to continue and now I’m on my second book. I lost contact with him when I returned to England to be treated for Carol (the name I gave to my cancer on both occasions) and I have an awful suspicion he may be dead. The reason I think this is because he’d gone to the Philippine’s to set up a huge IT station for them (he was a very clever chap) and shortly after his arrival they suffered huge natural disasters; earthquakes, floods, you name it they had it, and I fear he may have been a casualty. If he was I can only hope he died a pauper. In no way is that wish as callous as it may sound; I say it because he was a wealthy man and as tight as a fucking tick. When we first met there was a definite possibility that we may become an ‘item’. So I suggested that we had a romantic weekend away together which would provide us with an opportunity to discern where our relationship might be heading. I thought longingly of a beautiful old hotel somewhere in the depths of the English countryside; log fires, candle lit dinners, four poster beds, so when he said, ‘right, now think of everyone who owes you a favour and see if we can stay with them….’ The thought of bedding down on some-ones sofa was so far removed from what I had in mind that I had to put all thoughts of a romanticliaison firmly out of my head. I cannot bear meanness in anyone, man or woman, probably because I’m so profligate myself which is why I’m permanently in debt to a number of financial institutions but unlike my Filipino friend I enjoy myself and have a wonderful time while he probably snuffed it with his pockets full of fifty’s and never really knew a good time in his life.And it’s the sort of thing that would happen to him; HE who runs the show has a deliciously perverse sense of humour of occasion!
Oh sheeeit! The kids had been angling for a pee, so I let them out. As soon as I opened the door, they shot out barking at full volume as a herd of cows paraded by on the opposite side of the track and as it’s 11.30pm I would have thought, a little late to be parading. But apparently not. Those cows paraded and my kids barked. I became hysterical trying to get them to SHUT-UP which I finally succeeded in accomplishing and they’ve passed out on the bed as I sit sweating and shaking knowing the entire farm is now awake and not too happy with yours truly. Again.
I think the cool thing to do right now is to close before I land myself even deeper in the mire, have (another) glass of the grape and a smoke…. So I shall! Love to all of you from all of us, xxx