Thank you Martin Amis! You have done what only a Chisese visa officer and a paltry royalties cheque has done to date: made me feel qualified to call myself a writer.
A few days ago Amis was chatting about books on the BBC's new programme 'Faulks on Fiction'. When asked if he'd ever considered writing a children's book, he answered with this pearl: "If I had a serious brain injury I might well write a children's book." A cynic might think it was a set-up for the new programme to get some press, or maybe Amis has a book about to launch.
But I am celebrating. I have just found out that some miserable old britlit snob desperately trying to live up to his daddy's legacy has proclaimed me qualified to write children's books! Finally, a seal of approval. What next? A Caldecott?
What is brain cancer and all its effects, if not serious brain injury? Life threatening, painful, gruelling to recover from...and a prerequisite to being a kidlit star.
Thank you Mr. Amis, renowned author of...of...oh shoot I can't think of a single title. Must be the brain injury.
