I had a message recently from a blog fan, clearly deranged bless him, suggesting that I could and should write bestsellers based on my exciting life.
Well, no. For most of us, our lives our fascinating, but only to ourselves.
There has to be something about our lives that transcends our little selves, otherwise it is just a silly self-indulgence.
I have been asked this question before. Why don't you write about.... [complete the phrase].
And my answer has always been the same: because I have nothing to say on that subject.
Mind you, a chorus of voices urging me to write my memoirs could influence me deeply.
So, apart from Mrs Trellis, who is for it?