Three small items of financial news today. Someone made an offer onthe Japanese rights of the Worm Book. I accepted.
My friend Damian told me what he he’d got for three hours’ work writing about Rowan Williams for the Daily Mail last Wednesday afternoon. I’m not jealous, of course not. I have been paid the same rate by the same people. But it was almost exactly what the Japanese rights of the whole worm book fetched.
And I just found that someone on Amazon.com is selling a copy of my police book, written nearly twenty years ago, for $107.00.
You did see that Posy Simmonds cartoon on this very subject a few weeks ago, didn’t you?
R
I can’t remember it But every Posypierces me to the heart with its truth, and the every first one in that series, about the woman trying to write in a farmhouse kitchen, is pinned to the door of my study, between casts of trilobites.
You should check it out, mon. Has the floppy-haired Welsh author searching out his books online, getting more and more pleased as the older and more obscure stuff clocks up ever higher numbers…
R