It’s the hope that kills you

“Insanity,” said Albert Einstein, “is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”. Well, this is awkward because this blog has been up and running for nearly seven years and it hasn’t even made the slightest dent in the literary and publishing worlds, yet I plough on regardless, doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. What on earth keeps me going?

I suppose it’s the hope, despite all the odds, that something positive will come out of it. The lifelong dream of being a writer. Not just one who writes a daily blog, but one who not only writes a daily blog but gets paid for it. And, as Gary Lineker famously said, “It’s the hope that kills you.” Now I can exclusively reveal that at last my loyal reader now has something else to look forward to: the follow-up to my worst-selling, best seller, only book, Corfu not a scorcher is on its way, sort of.

Said book was looking like a goner when my old computer died, along with the manuscript of the book but a miracle-worker worked miracles and brought it back to life. With any luck, sometime this week I can resume work, but only after saving the whole thing to a memory stick, something I stupidly didn’t think of doing before.

The new book, which already has a title, although you will have to wait for that one, is a memoir comprised of essays. It’s about me and my life in Brislington, which is to say from my birth to my leaving on 30th April 1990. It will hold virtually no interest to anyone other than, well me, so it will not make me enough to retire, but the hope is not going to kill me this time.

Before the computer disaster, the existing manuscript needed polishing, to say the least, and soon it will get a major spring clean. Then it will get a proof read by a proper professional after which a waiting world will look the other way and do something else.