I have a neighbour. We’ll call him Alastair, because that’s his name. Actually, he’s the perfect neighbour because he’s never here. He’s also a Brit and together we provide the international gossip for the neighbours and make them feel very cosmopolitan. Alastair is never here because he travels on business or is in UK visiting his girlfriend or family or sorting out his propert(ies) or the business he runs with his brother or buying another house. Anyway, I digress. When he is here he never checks his post. Well, maybe once a month….he’s that sort of guy; if it’s important enough the court bailiff’s will be at the door. I should say that our post boxes are next to each other; I am 32a, he is 32b.
I’ve said before how much I like Germany(with the exception of Deutsch Telekom, about which, more later). The postal service is great; regular and reliable, like everything in Germany. Except when the postman is in a hurry or has had too much bier the night before when he might possibly have a slight tendency to put my mail in Alistair’s box. Now this hardly ever happens. In fact, it’s only likely to happen if the letter is the most important life-changing document in the northern hemisphere and if Alastair is away doing whatever. I was waiting for the agent’s contract for over a week. Guess where it was?
OK, it’s now signed and on its way, so it’s all up to Superman Peter. In the meantime, I am starting to plan a sequel. The main characters will be the same, but should it be centred on political intrigue or more conventional crime? High crime would be a complete contrast to Flight Into Darkness but it’s a slightly different genre. Actually, I find that the ‘blank sheet of paper’ stage in the creation of a new book is rather exciting because anything is possible but it’s also rather intimidating because it’s easy to head off in the wrong direction. In the end, I need to be stimulated by the story. Some complain of writer’s block but my problem is writer’s surge; it’s weeding out the bad ideas that’s the main problem. Why is nothing ever easy?
Digressing again. Tony Slater is another writer and I met him briefly at York last year. Apart from being the best-looking man there, he is also a complete maniac and should be doing stand-up. His book ‘That Bear Ate My Pants’ has its launch on Friday. Pop over to http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=245219902160197. Looks like fun. I think I’ll have to get a copy…..