Last night I finished going through the proofs of my book. And you know what? I really enjoyed it. It made me weep. Three times! Maybe it’s because I’m so close to it all. Other people might not weep so readily. I also loved the fact that there was lots of stuff that I couldn’t remember writing, so I kept surprising myself. Also, I wasn’t embarrassed by it. I have a mortal fear of embarrassment, so I was very pleased not to feel any.
I did get my first piece of totally objective feedback recently though, from a man called BP Perry. It went like this:
'Books made off of internet blogs are SHIT. Welcome to the bargain bucket, Stan.'
The good thing about this feedback is that it’s based on nothing more than one grim old turd’s gleeful cynicism - without having read the book - and therefore it’s completely worthless. The worrying thing about it, however, is that I’m pretty sure if I hadn’t read the book myself, I would almost certainly agree with him. Off the top of my head, I can think of six books based on blogs which I’ve attempted and in each case failed to get into. Because they weren’t very good. However, not all of them ended up in the bargain bucket. The two sexy ones, for example, which bored me non-stiff, did – I believe – do very well indeed.
Anyway, fuck it. All I wanted to say is that I’m happy with the book, and rather proud of myself. And in these dark, Satanic times, it’s just about the only thing that’s giving me hope.
But now the auto-fellatio must end and I must continue packing up my London life for the impending move north. Fucking hell, I hate the north. But needs must. I’ll explain the whys and wherefores next week when I’ve got a little more time. Now is rather hectic.
In a couple of hours, a bookshop owner is coming round with a van to take away the books I’ve been collecting for the last 15 years or so. There are about 700 of them, and he’s giving me £150 for them. I’m quite pleased because a) I would’ve accepted £50, and b) I have a feeling I’m going to feel much, much lighter when they’re all gone. It feels like losing weight.
My plan is to be out of here by Monday, sleep on couches for a few days and this time next Friday be on a train heading north.
So that’s that. A new era beckons. Fingers crossed it’s not a massive fucking mistake.
Bookscan answer below. Have a great weekend.
28 comments:
When do we get to see the book?
Good luck with all of it - the book, moving North, and everything inbetween.Please don't leave it too long before you tell us how all this upheaval came about, the curiosity is killing me already.
well, good luck with the move , and hey the North isn't all bad you know, plus you'll be nearer keith, won't you?
Blimey, if you're going anywhere near Keith (which would be nice for you and Keith, so I hope that is indeed the case), you'll be in my neck of the woods. Would be happy to do coffee if you're up for it.
I have a friend who is a librarian who has almost no books in his house. He is a bibliophile. He LOVES books, and at first I thought it was rather weird. But then he explained that for years he had thousands of books, but they ended up weighing him down, most of them didn't get read more than once, all of them were available from libraries and he would rather pass them on and allow others to read them. All he keeps now are particular books-as-objects which have sentimental value.
I'm more and more thinking that I might do the same myself one day - get rid of all but the genuinely important ones, I mean - because it owuld be kind of liberating. But it would also be hard. I may not.
As for enjoying your own book, hurrah for that. It's definitely a good sign for us readers, and writers often find it so hard to view their own work positively that you are a lucky man. Hold onto that thought/feeling, and don't forget it.
As for not remembering having written chunks of it, that too can be a great feeling, although by the time a book reaches proof stage I usually find I've edited and rewritten it so many times I practically know every word off by heart... and am sick of all of them. It's not until a few years later that I can get that feeling. Not masses of years though - I have a rubbish memory.
Up North.
The beer's cheaper.
It rains more.
Hopefully these two facts are not connected. Good luck.
Don't go too far north, I'm in the Midlands, and missing London already.
Oh and the one blogger-book I've read (an attempt at a sexy one too) I was amazingly disappointed by - I have high hopes for yours though :)
Hmm. My last comment appears to been lost. Or, you've moderated me. You've changed you have. Into China.
I'm a little saddened that Beleaguered Squirrel has never invited me out for a coffee. I think I must be sending out the wrong messages. I've been guaranteed STI-free for ages.
But anyway. Fuck the fuckwit commenter, it's going to be huge. And when I get my signed, special deluxe first edition with complimentary fruit basket, I'm sure I'll be moved to tears also.
Hope your weekend's all gravy. With roast potatoes.
notkeith, you are notinvited to coffee. But Keith is (as long as he doesn't draw a picture of me with an elephant's trunk sprouting out of my elbow or anything) (then again, that sounds kind of intriguing).
Sorry about the oversight, Keith.
I'd love to read your book. Any idea if Amazon will ship to the US?
Best of luck on the move and the big life changes, Stan.
I love you Stan, and I'm very much looking forward to the book. I've only read 1 blog turned book and it wasn't bad, but I probably would have preferred to just read it in blog format, bit by bit.
Why do you hate the north? I'm moving up there soon too, so I'm curious about why people like/dislike it.
But anyway, good luck with the move.
Looking forward to reading it.
North? Where is that? Do you mean north of England? To me that means Scotland. But wherever you go i wish you well.
I don't know you but...I feel proud of you! For finishing your book...for getting it out there! And to reread it and still be surprised and pleased with what you've done well who could ask for more...good luck up north...hope the airs not too thin up there...that can make people a bit strange...
I'm all beautifully messed up after a mental weekend. I can't possibly say well the things I would like to say. Instead, I say this: soon, my peaches, soon. Mwah. Mwah. Mmmmmwah.
Well, I love the north.
Well, I love the north. The bit I live in, anyway. Hope the move goes well, and the couches are comfy. And I CAN'T WAIT for the book. I shall make an exception for you, normally all my poor beleaguered brain can manage is vintage detective fiction and the Bible.
Wotcha! I just had a bee colony stay for a long weekend in my gaff. Plus, just smoked the first camberwell carrot in a fortnight. But that's irrelevant.
Coz,I concur with them lot above. Them above who commented. Like.
I think you're fab and so is your book. You know it, we know it.
Doesn't really matter where you move to 'us lot' as we ain't going anywhere and will love you long time.
'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave it! ;-)
AnnAnon
Congratulations darling! And you thought there was no point to being ugly. Now you have the last laugh eh? Can't wait to get my grubby little hands on this.
The north is quite big, you know. Which bits exactly do you have problems with?
good luck with your mysterious plans
It goes against all blog etiquette to misquote someone with no mention of the jokey context.
Stan - grow up.
CoS - Um... May 28th I guess. That's when it comes out.
Caroline - thank you. I'm here now, in the north, and just as soon as I've unpacked, I'm going to tell the story of how I came to be here.
Isabelle - yes, I'm sure it's not as bad as I previously thought. I don't know if I am nearer to Keith though, probably the same distance the other side.
Squirrel - a coffee at some stage might be just the ticket. Although I would prefer a chai latte. And yes, I recommend getting rid of the books.
AndrewM - but I like wine! And I don't think they drink wine in the North. Or at least the men don't. It marks them out as homosexuals, and that is still illegal up here.
Thanks, Wellington. You're a peach.
Thanks, Kat. I'm remaining positive about this North thing though. I reckon it could end up being a good thing.
Cheers, NK. Please don't mention fruit baskets again, or rough men will lynch you.
Lady Julia - I reckon so. They ship anywhere. And thanks.
TB, I'm just basing it on a weekend I spent here last year. Apart from that, I am determined to keep an open mind.
Cheers, Mikey!
Thanks, Daisy. No, not Siberia. But maybe a kind of Siberia. We shall see.
Lizzie, all will be explained very soon. And thanks.
Thanks, Chrisy. I know what you mean, and I agree, but I do hope for more. I hope for sales.
Hey, Pearl, I am honoured that you'll be putting the Bible to one side for little old me. And also pleased for you. (Because the Bible is evil. You know it.)
AnnAnon - ah, the power of the carrot to liven up any comment. Thank you so very much.
Thanks, Emma. Now wash your hands.
We'll see, Coffee Lady. Maybe none! Maybe all.
Thanks, Carny!
BPP, I think this might deserve a blog post in itself! Soon.
Swineshead - grow up? GROW UP? Seriously, go fuck yourself. You haven't got a clue.
Hmmm ... I have my suspicions this upcoming post of your's is only going to make me look worse. You've turned me into a monster, Stan. A MONSTER!
If you're on the other side from Keith then coffee may not be very practical. Unless you're in York. Just cos my parents live there.
Just wading in late (and ignoring the squabbling) to say: the reason the sexy blog-based books did well is all down to basic premise; the reason you got a deal is because you write so very beautifully. I can't wait to read it (or re-read it, assuming that a lot will be the same as the blog). I really think you're the most wonderful writer.
Hope the move was all ok. The fact that people are so much more friendly in the North can make the day to day much nicer. Good luck
xa
Suits me, Swine. Friendly is my middle name.
Annie, you are far too kind. Now stop it.
I wrote both comments while stoned and serious-minded. There's a lesson here somewhere.
*looks under chair*
Does that make me the monster, or the monstering monster? Ah dun failed mah gee see ess yees, Stan
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