Doodling on Books

I've recently learned there's a market for doodled books. By which I mean first editions, drawn on by the author. I'd never heard of this before till the website www.doodledbooks.co.uk asked me to provide them with some doodled copies of Lonely Werewolf Girl.

They sell them on at a profit to their specialist collectors, and I'm fine with them making a profit because the process nets me a hefty book sale and some useful exposure.

Not that I'm expecting any of my blog readers to buy these books. I know you're all poor, wretched, and hard-pressed to pay the electricity bill. In fact only yesterday you were searching down the back of the sofa for a few pennies to buy cheap wine from the supermarket.

However, there do exist people with money to buy a few of the finer things in life - like for instance a book doodled on by me - and they're selling well.

Here are my doodles, taken from the pictures at their website. As you can see, my artistic talents are not overwhelming.

Sore Neck

Am currently shuffling around with a sore neck, something to which I'm rather prone, due to tragic spine malformation. Well quite a small scoliosis actually, a bend in the spine, which is not that uncommon. But it does cause pain on occasions. Have decided there is no point getting shaved in the circumstances, or working, or doing anything, and will simply shuffle round looking stooped and unhealthy till it gets better. Of course, the personal charm and magnetism remain unaffected.

I finished the new Harry Potter book, which I liked. Also, realising it was some time since I'd read any Shakespeare, I took Henry V with me to the dentist, and read most of it on the bus.

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height.

Actually that didn't inspire me for the dentist very much. Nonetheless it's a great play, and stirring. Well, it's a great play to read, I don't think I've ever seen it on stage.

Meanwhile am pondering next story for Skin Two magazine. May have to call in volunteers to take part in incredible perversions, for research purposes.

Good Fairies

My agent is negotiating another film option for The Good Fairies of New York. This will be the third time the book's been optioned. Neither of the previous two options came to anything. In fact, the last producer reneged on a payment, plunging me into financial crisis.

But who knows? Perhaps the thistle fairies Heather and Morag will make it onto the screen this time, thus enabling me to move to Hollywood and lounge around a swimming pool, surrounded by glamorous young starlets. I remain optimistic.

Mystique

I watched the 3rd X-Men film on TV, and was horrified at some shocking events. Mystique lost her powers, stopped being a mutant, and stopped being blue! I was appalled. I spent the rest of the film just waiting for her to come back, saying Ha, I'm a blue mutant again! and then start taking revenge on her enemies. But it didn't happen.

I took this very personally, and felt crushed afterwards. The fabulous Mystique is the only reason I watch these stupid X-Men movies. Without her the whole thing is completely pointless. She'd better make a comeback in the next film or I'll have some very harsh words to say about the whole affair.

Poor Mystique. Perhaps she needs me to nurse her back to her full mutant strength. I could see us being happy together.

The Sunday Telegraph

Today there's an interview with me in the Sunday Telegraph Magazine about Lonely Werewolf Girl. Good, that should help to sell a few books. Although I expect I'll look around 90 years old in the photos. Soon it may be time to take that trip to LA for extensive cosmetic surgery.

Buffy season 8 issue 4 arrived, completing the first story arc, which was very enjoyable. But they're having a month off before publishing the next issue! Lazy swines. Don't they know they have a responsibility to produce regular new Buffy product for people like me? It's an outrage.

As you can see from the cover, Dawn is still a giant.