In My Dream, I Wrote a Book
Last night I wrote a novel based on a film I made years ago entitled “3″. It was a big, thick book of 500 pages or so and it was published by Rowens. A quick search of the internet came up with nothing. No publisher by that name. But the book was really quite interesting. It went into a lot more detail. The film “3″ centred around a sexual relationship between two young people, while the (dream) novel “3″ was more about a lover’s close relationship. It had watercolour paintings throughout and much of the text was written in my own handwriting – as if the publisher (in this case, Rowen) – couldn’t decipher my handwriting and so had left those bits for the reader to work out. The idea of writing a novel seems attractive, but daunting. I guess you get a few stories published first and then work on your relationship with a publisher. It was an interesting thing, holding a novel in my two hands (because it was big) with my own name written right across the front. The ego felt . . . gratified. I would now last forever.
Today I’m heading off to the city with my 3 for 2 book voucher. I’m getting a couple of books by Michel Houellbecq. He’s my favourite!
