hello avid readers. again, i have been so bloody busy with the writing of the book that i haven't had a second to post on here. i cannot lie - i have also applied to do another cocking post grad degree to keep my mushy brain in check, also applied for a 'prize' to get some time and space in order to get the first book out and this one finished. it's 3/4 finished now and nobody has read it yet - apart from the rough meaty chunks that i have pinned up here for your delictation. i am wondering, is a book about an ex highland dancing champion, heavily into bad poetry, crowley and with a drug dealer for a father, oh, and who killed a family of five in a moment of homosexual panic sound a bit far fetched? the thing is - i'd read it. would you? let me know what you think. i know i shouldn't care but i just tried to explain the book to my mother (!) and realised it sounded a bit 'everything-including-the-kitchen-sink-ish'. the thing is - miro is such a real character now that i don't think it's possible to remove one of his quirks or affectations without crippling the poor sod.
i'll post a slice of miro's new life in a sec. it's twenty-odd years later, 2009, and he's now a very strange old fruit.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment