Pittsboro, NC 2014
Thanks for buying this book. I hope you enjoy reading it more than I enjoyed writing it, because I hated every minute of it. Well, almost. It's fair to say I don't write for pleasure. To me, writing is like methodically chewing through a handful of corks. Thanks to the voices.
One voice tells me to stop typing because I'm rubbish and about to be rumbled; the other tells me to stop typing because its' too much like hard work. And recently they've been joined by a third voice -- one that continually whines about a worrying, worsening form of RSI in my right arm which feels like a constant headache in my elbow. As a result, I'm often in a pretty sour temper during the writing process, and this occasionally comes across in print. Sorry about that. Hope it doesn't sully your enjoyment of an otherwise jubilant sunbeam of a book.
It's probably little surprise that I'm a huge Brooker fan.