When I was sixteen I thought my parents were stupid. It took me another sixteen years to realise they were not.
Me, me, me. Happy, happy, happy. Will drink some wine, wine, wine.
So this is how it must feel when the publisher sends you your first copy of the novel you have worked on for ten years? Or getting an Acadamy Award nomination?
Yes, I know. It’s not about recognition, it’s about the love of writing…