It looks like I might have a New York agent. This is getting to sound too swanky for words.

Victoria Skurnick of Levine Greenberg said that she ‘finished reading CUCKOO at about seven-thirty Saturday night, and was completely creeped out until . . . → Read More

Today is possibly the last day I will spend wrestling with php and html. Well, the last day I will spend wrestling with php and html for other people’s websites. This one is quite . . . → Read More

Go with Old Man and a group of family and friends to the Coliseum to see the Phelim McDermott and Julian Crouch (no relation, but a friend) production of Satyagraha, Phillip Glass‘s opera about Ghandi. Our mate Vic Llewellyn is also in it, as a puppeteer.

It is beautiful, visually and aurally, but, boy, is it long, . . . → Read More

Simon emails me and asks me this, after my editor, Leah Woodburn and I have finished our first author-editor phone call.

Me!

We make plans for a celebratory lunch, at Soho House. I immediately go into . . . → Read More

So, Headline got back with a pre-emptive offer and, after a week of to-ing and fro-ing and stuff about world rights or UK rights, which I have to do a lot of googling to get my head around, I put all my faith in Simon’s extensive knowledge of publishing (compared to my utter newbie status) and . . . → Read More

I arrive early at the publishers’ office, which is a whole tower block on the Euston Road, so I go and have a coffee in the EAT restaurant nearby, where I eavesdrop on lunching editors, talking about authors. It feels like I am going on a blind date.

I manage to find the right floor of the . . . → Read More