Today I’m one step nearer to concentrating on my debut novel following the publication of my diary of Gateshead FC’s 1994/95 season.
The hard copy draft had been untouched in the loft for the majority of the seventeen years since I had actually written it and whilst my style has developed so much since then, I’m pleased that I’ve been able to take the time to retype the diary and turn it into a book that one or two fans of the football club might enjoy.
Actually, for one or two, read seven because that’s how many copies have been ordered since the book was released amidst drum rolls and trumpet fanfares (both of which are lies...) yesterday afternoon. Marilyn Monroe apart, I do seem to have a habit of choosing subjects that are fairly obscure and pretty certain to deny me fame and fortune... not that I want the fame. Maybe that will change when my next offering, which looks back at all the Coronation Street barmaids, becomes available (hopefully early in December), but I won’t be holding my breath...
But after that, I really must try and concentrate on the novel. It’s been started, changed, stopped, restarted, adapted, scrapped and resurrected more times than I care to remember since finger and keyboard first collided back in 2004. There are numerous reasons why the book has never been completed – it’s much harder to keep the thread of a piece of fiction rather than pick up factual research and an unsettling time at work doesn’t always lend itself to meaning-ful storytelling.
For now though, I just want to pass on my thanks to those members of the Heed Army who have been brave enough to buy the Gateshead FC diary. Hopefully it will be considered as £5.99 well spent rather than the bottle of Pinot Grigio that got away...
Weatherfield now beckons...
All my own work... almost.