Q: Do you feel that male eBook writers are more successful?
A: Yes, I cannot make a living at it like some of my male author friends.
Q: Is it because they are better at ‘putting themselves out there’?’
A: The ones I know, yes, definitely.
Q: Do you think you need to do something about it?
Q: Then why don’t you?
A: I could give a thousand reasons why, but I feel it may be my age. And don’t come back with ‘age is only a number’.
Q: Well it is.
A: My most successful male author friends attract quite a lot of followers perhaps because they are only in their 40’s and early 50’s.
Q: Don’t you think that’s a lame excuse?
A: Probably. But I feel I should spend my time writing as I am of the old fashioned mind-set that if my books are good enough someone will spot me.
Q: Do you think your books are good enough?
A: Yes, because over 95% of my reviews have been positive. And only recently had a 5* one word review which simply said EXCELLENT.
Q: Then you already know what your problem is.
A: Yes, I need to solicit myself.
Q: So which corner will you be standing on tonight?
A: I’ll be leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street until a certain little agent goes by.
Q: That sounds familiar.
A: George Formby, you know the man who sang the funny innuendo songs. Like, ‘With My Little Eukele in my Hand’. No, it was not a euphemism, he actually had a eukele and strummed it whilst singing.
Q: I’m surprised he wasn’t dragged off the stage.
A: I think he was banned from the wireless – radio to you – at one point. I know it seems tame to what you can see on television these days.
Q: Do you think it better to be more open?
A: Definitely. Can’t stand brushing things under the carpet, not talking about certain subjects, not being allowed to voice your opinion or feelings: being so far up your own backside that you don’t see daylight.
Q: What is really bothering you?
A: The fact my work has been termed by one reviewer as pornographic and more explicit than 50 Shades of Grey. What a liberty! And there’s the rub. If they had compared me to D.H. Lawrence then I would have been much happier.