A touch of the vom-voms
I don’t know why, but I always find newspaper pieces about myself absolutely puke-inducing.
Not that I’m not grateful - especially now that I’m touting this book.
But the very moment I see an article about me , I can hardly bring myself to read a single cringe-making word of it.
Take today’s Edinburgh Evening News - they had done me proud: Nearly 2/3 of a page, plus picture of me looking authorly and erudite, pic of the book.
(Here’s the story in full, plus squinty-eyed pic)
Charming headline: “Romantic debut novel is music to William’s ears” along with the strap “City move proves fruitful”, and it even had a handsome plug for the book at the bottom of the piece.
I absolutely couldn’t have hoped for anything more from my local paper.
But I could hardly bring myself to read a word of it: I came over all squirmy at being the centre of attention.
Took me about three hours to summon up the nerve to read it … “But throughout it all, he harboured an ambition to write books so, when he moved to Edinburgh, he resolved to pursue that line.
“”I decided to have a go and spent a year writing 150,000 words, but soon realised the result was a stinking turkey,” he laughs.”"
My toes were curling up with embarrassment.
Maybe I’m just not very good at accepting a compliment …