The secret book I’ve been banging on about is still…secret. But I can tell you this much about it:
Five years ago, I wrote The End on a manuscript. It’s the sort of thing I like to do quite often and, very occasionally – extraordinarily occasionally, in fact – nice people pay me for doing it (as long as they feel the blathery bit before The End is also nice).
This particular manuscript was the result of a collaboration with my excellent friend and gifted screenwriter, Jeremy Drysdale. Actually, the whole thing was his idea.
I don’t like to collaborate, especially not on novels. To me they’re a very personal thing. But turning this idea – originally, a screenplay that Jeremy pitched to Aardman Animations – into a full-length work of fiction was the best fun I’ve had with my trousers on and not in a pub.
Incidentally, the producer at Aardman on the fateful day of the pitch meeting found the idea somewhat unnerving. The poor man had to ‘go for a bit of a walk’ to recover. I don’t know. Some people, eh?
So, we finished the manuscript and got on with the desert-march that is laughingly known as ‘attracting a publisher’. And what do you know? Five years later, we made it all the way across that desert with no success whatsoever.
BUSINESS. AS. USUAL.
Whatever the case, as soon as the jacket art is complete – a matter of days now – and we’ve created the final files, we’ll be revealing the cover and sending out e-copies to reviewers.
You can expect the Kindle-only ebook in under a month.