"How is your book going?"
My friend asked me once if I was going to write a book, and I said maybe I would, and she said I should. I said when I finally did, I would do a little dedication to her at the front. It would read "Look at what I did!"
"I'm still researching it," I answer.
"The problem is," I continue, after a sizeable pause. "I'm not sure what it's about, so the research is quite wide-ranging. The story arc is more of a vista stretching in all directions, ceasing only when the curvature of the Earth makes it so. I can't write my Victorian/ Edwardian communist detective novel yet, as I will need to research that extensively, which I will need an advance for in order to dedicate the time to. So that needs to be one of my later books, once I have cemented my reputation."
I look out of the window, adopting what I hope is a wistful look, and try to get inspired.
The passing postman looks alarmed.
4 weeks ago