Blogging; less popular these days than it once was, I feel. (I don’t just mean with me, and yes I know I am lazy, Molly, before you start!)
Blogs have their uses though. There was something on the telly-box the other day with Billie Piper in, a series, possibly about a lady of easy virtue, I couldn’t tell. I nearly watched it, nearly, as I knew I would write something about it. But then I didn’t. Sorry. The point I am (not) making is it was based on someone’s blog, you see.
Then I was in Waterstones the other day and I noticed that Petite Anglaise has been turned into a novel of sorts, which I found very exciting. I haven’t bought it yet, but probably will, once I have paid my council tax and gas bill, etc, and convinced RJ to stop breaking bits of the car.
What surprised me, on this fine, spring, Waterstones day, was that there wasn’t a single book in this alleged book shop written by me. I found myself wondering why I haven’t yet made my fortune by reinventing the modern novel.
So I went home and brainstormed a few ideas:
1. Wizard school
2. Jesus had children and hid them under the Louvre
3. Bad ring means short people have to go hiking for ever
but decided I was a bit derivative…
So anyway, that is my new project. To revoutionise the 21st Century European novel. Ideas gratefully received.
Now I have to think of a good start…
“It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of an unfulfilling job must be in want of a best-seller…”
I’ll work on it.