The Enemy

On the Side of the Enemy wasn't very good. You can probably see a pattern here. I needed help - I needed an editor probably. But that's not how it works. The prospective author needs to polish their manuscript to perfection before sending it off. The publisher isn't going to accept anything less unless there is some exceptional aspect to the book.

I knew I could write well but I just wasn't producing an entire, cogent book of good writing.

By now I was working in the civil service, a job for which I had neither love nor aptitude. I kept hoping that my literary ship would come in and save me... but that was never on the cards.

Instead of taking my latest book and working through it again to make it as good as it could be, to make it, in other words, a commercial prospect, I did what I always did - I wrote another book. Only this time It was going to be the best book ever written...