The New Generation

I'm feeling clear-headed about writing again, which is due to living alone. This morning I woke up thinking of all the things I wanted to do, but was struck by the tiny fear of doing it - writing is quite a scary business - I've been thinking more and more about eBooks. About how publishers (sorry publishers) want certain books to fit certain genres, and how there are so many ways to do something different, that for a writer it's a really exciting time; we can do whatever we want to do.

I walked into Teenboy's room, he was online gaming and having a chat on facebook at the same time.

'A girl I met at PGL is reading your book,' he said.

He went on this trip years ago.

'How does she know it's my book? Did you tell her before she bought it?'
'No, she just told me now she that she's reading Single Mother on the Verge on her iPad, her mum bought it.'
'Where does she live?'
'In a little village somewhere.'
'It's a bit weird,' he said.

It'll weirder, I thought, when she gets to the sex scenes.

But then I did think it was a little sign; a teenager is reading my book on an iPad, in a village somewhere – I never thought that would happen.