My wife is between books. Which means she’s getting a few things done:
repainted the spare room, hired a skip, done Ikea (and God knows you have to be desperate to contemplate that), and reconfigured the derelict asbestos-cement buildings on our farm into an imaginary writers’ retreat. I have cut and coloured my hair, sorted out my office and the cupboard under the stairs, taken several bales of clothing to Oxfam and got quotes for every bit of home improvement that we can’t afford. The cat and dog are de-flea’d and wormed, the children groaning with home-cooked food.
And she’s also blogging. And the latest is a marvel that’s come over the writer’s gossip circuit (which lies online but in place where Google cannot go; which is probably wise). She notes a friend who was asked to give a book a joyful line. But not to bother to compose it, hell no.
The site contained 10 pre-written lines, as she notes in Reviews mk II; or where I’ve been going wrong:
“My personal favourites included number three: ‘A must-read for anyone who wants a rewarding one-to-one relationship’, number ten: ‘What a fantastic, straightforward and honest book. I’ll be recommending it to all my single friends’.”
I think the latter is the one they used on Silence Of The Lambs, isn’t it? Or was it Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus?