THE WRITING LIFE
I have just opened an express post envelope containing the finished copy of my
Nights In The Asylum.
At last, a book in my hands!
It was a
special moment, one of life's great highs. I really should have had a bottle of
champagne on hand, but the package was delivered at a little after
in the morning and I had to scramble from the shower to take delivery. There
will be no photographs of the unveiling.
It is at this point, I suppose, that my not-so-slight fetish for new books
will become obvious. Ah, but they are
all, in their own ways, beautiful, with their pristine pages and fresh ink
back cover blurbs that entice and epigraphs that intrigue, their
acknowledgements that offer clues to the writer's journey, and, of course, their
I may be biased, but after handling the manuscript for so long,
Nights In The Asylum
, the book, looks,
feels and smells wonderful. Not only that, but the UK and Australian editions
have different and equally beautiful covers. To take a peek, and for more
information on publication, click
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