What’s happening in the literary world with celebrities? For a while we have seen celebrity biographies hitting the shelves in favour of genuine works of cultural benefit, which has culminated in Weidenfeld & Nicolson being slated for “turning its back on serious history books in favour of ‘crappy’ celebrity biographies.”
Then, I read that comedy northern duo Ant and Dec have sold their yet-to-be-written autobiography for £2.8 million. And to cap it all of, Lily Allen has pulled out of this year’s judging panel for the Orange Prize for Fiction, citing “ill-health” as her reason when we all know she is just a lazy sod who thinks she is too god for it. Yeah, she had a miscarriage a while back, and that’s a shame, but it hasn’t stopped her doing her God-awful chat show (sic). Interesting to note that when the BBC sent an internal memo last Monday, announcing the show had been given a second series, the staff thought it was an April Fools joke.
But I digress. What’s the scoop with publishers these days, when celebrities are the ones filling the book stores with their poorly written, uninteresting nonsense in favour of genuine hard working literary creations.
No money? But they can give millions to Ant and Dec to hear who they shagged when they were starting out. Big deal.
Anyway, to today, I wrote the second drafts for my new batch of DWT articles, did some research on another, and began working my way through the critiques received from my trusted readers on Slick. After making the edits where necessary, I started collating all the issues and comments to make them more digestible, before I begin the actual process of decision making and applying structural and other fixes and amendments.
I wrote and posted my latest weekly article at The Dog Blog, this week concerning some interesting Irvine Welsh news. You’ll be able to read it from 8am BST tomorrow morning.
Right now, having had a glorious bath and shaved my head, I’m off to read some Paul Auster.