Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
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Jolly Bad Form, What?

I finished revising my 4th novel yesterday. Which frees me to go back to writing the 5th.

Writing is great fun, revising is less fun- and trying to get an agent interested is the pits. I hate the whole business of selling myself- and always have done.

It's not just laziness- though it's that as well- it's a feeling (buried deep down in my repressed 1950s-issue psyche)that self-advertisement is tacky and wrong. Bad form. Your authentic English gentleman- like the chaps played by Michael Redgrave and John Mills in The Way To The Stars- would die rather than draw attention to himself. We're exuberant enough when it comes to flying around in Spitfires biffing the Hun, but once back on terra firma we sit alone in the darkest corner of the pub, nursing our half pints and stonewalling all attempts at conversation.
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