A week ago I asked you to make a pitch for one of the first five copies of my new novel, Eleven. You had to draw things, tell a story, make a list, or beg. To help me pick the winners I recruited the editor of the novel, from Simon and Schuster, the lovely Francesca Main. (That was ‘the lovely’ as in ‘actually lovely’, rather than ‘patronising way that women are often introduced, e.g. ‘and now over to the lovely Deborah for the travel news’. Anyway, Francesca said – and I quote, by cut and pasting:
‘Holy crap. You have the most brilliant, imaginative, hilarious and just darn lovely band of blog-followers ever!’
….and suggested that we up the number of prizes to – wait for it -ELEVEN. Eleven book-winners. This is almost entirely because of the high standard of entries, and only slightly because we clearly should have had eleven books in the first place, what with the book being heavily based on that number.
So, we’re now choosing eleven from what is still an intimidating field of well over 100 entries. Even with these enhanced odds, most people will be unlucky. But some will be victorious. Tune in on Monday to find out who’s who. And well done everyone, again. It’s not every day your Blog Comment wins praise from a editor at a major publishing house.
As for me, well, I was on TV last night, I’ve just been on TV again, and now I’m going to eat my lunch, hopefully without any cameras there. Once again yesterday, some people remarked that they couldn’t find the blog, but others seemed to manage it all right. I can’t account for this except to say that I definitely am still doing one a day, and haven’t (quite) failed yet. So I hope you can see this. If not – well, it wasn’t a classic, in all honesty. But next week will, I think, be quite a week.
Small bit of admin: if you are new to this blog, my tour dates are elsewhere on the website. Please come and see me. On the tour, that is. I mean, you could drop round, but you’d need to phone ahead because I really am all over the place these days.
Right. What are you doing staring at the computer? Get out there and have a picnic or something! It’s beautiful outside! (Except in Scotland, as they say.)