Guarding the Goslings

An old friend of mine was reading One True Void recently. She lives in Tunbridge Wells, coincidentally, where a lot of the novel is set. Coincidences like that appeal to me. Anyway, she said “I really didn’t like it to start with. I put it down a few times and left it sitting for a day or so. But there was something about it kept nagging at me – and almost against my will I had to go and pick it up again.” Bingo! If I wanted to put a review on someone’s tombstone – I reckon that would be the one. Hmm, a review on someone’s tombstone?  We really are immersed in the publishing thing. Its that feeling of excitement that these books really matter.

The next job is to arrange a good shipping deal for books to Canada. Just small beginnings with a keen, focused operation that we ran into at the London Book Fair. In the long run we would hope to just send the files and do short-run prints over there. But easy does it to start with – we’ll see how Cleave and one or two others go down with the right sort of eastwards-looking audiences.

David