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13 October 2009 @ 09:37 pm
so will ye…  

We have a regular cabbie, Gerry, who knows I’m a writer. Which is to say, he knows I write. I have a vague and desperately incorrect assumption that when I say I’m a writer, people take it to mean I’m, you know. Published. Because that’s what *I* mean. But today in the cab on the way home he said to me, “So will ye be finishin’ yer first book soon?”

“Actually,” I said, somewhat bemused, “my thirteenth book came out in September.”

The man nearly dropped his teeth. After a bit of spluttering with astonishment he asked questions–how do I get paid, and, “I don’t mean to be cheeky, but are ye doin’ well?” Upon being told URBAN SHAMAN has sold some forty or fifty thousand copies, “Jaysus,” says he, “thirteen books! I never met a writer before! And are ye writing the fourteenth?”

More spluttering ensued when I said no, I was writing the nineteenth. “Nineteenth! What happened to the rest of them!” So I explained that some were on their way toward publication and others hadn’t been sold yet, while he goggled in amazement. I said to wait a moment when he’d dropped us off, and I’d give him a copy of one of my books. He said, “Sure and I’ll never read it, but that’d be grand!” I gave him a copy of URBAN SHAMAN, and he liked the cover *laughs*.

(x-posted from the essential kit)
 
 
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irishkate: booksirishkate on October 13th, 2009 09:34 pm (UTC)
Converstation overheard over a cup of tea in the town later
Sweet merciful hour Mary - you know that nice american gurl I told you about - the one who moved *to* live here. You know how I said she said she was a writer.. like our Alice always wanted to be, well get this.....