Mr Lastic

The new book was called, 'Where is Mr Lastic?', after the chap whose chalet we rented in the mountains. Did I mention that it was a classic? In any event it was met with a tidal wave of indifference from publishers and agents who obviously couldn't see a money-spinner when it landed on their desk. The fools et cetera.

I kept writing.

I kept sending manuscripts off in manila envelopes.

It was clear that one day I'd get my break. Just look at how many rejections JK Rowling received before finding success with her Henry Porter series. My time would come if I persevered.

Strangely enough I never lost hope when all the indications were that I should just give up. Meanwhile, Colin Bateman's career had really taken off. He even had films being made of his books. There was only one difference between his books and mine, but it was an important difference; his were good.