I don’t know, do you? Maybe I should ask the odious Jeffrey. All I know is that having written three books, had this last one and the one before serialised in both the Daily Mail and the Sunday Times and had great reviews, the only real money I ever seem to make from my books is when my publisher sells them to other publishers or the papers start a bidding war to serialise them.
Ciao Bella is doing OK. Waterstone’s in the King’s Road has it in the window (or it did last time I was there, I even have a photo) it is on the tables at the front of the shop and I have been droning on about it endlessly on the radio, in the papers, even a TV appearance. So why is the odious Jeffrey on the bestseller list and I’m not? Is it because he writes a better book? I don’t think so. Is it because people don’t want to read a better book? Everyone I know (even strangers) who has read Ciao Bella loves it. So what’s going wrong?
Having spent most of my adult life trying, fighting to get a book published I thought that would be it. Instant fame and fortune, goodbye to my day job. But it hasn’t worked out that way, at least not yet. Oh well, as I heard in that oracle of common sense, The Simpsons, “forward, not backward, upward not forward, and always twirling, twirling, twirling”.