A couple of people have asked what my book is going to be about. Well I’m not going to tell you, simple as that. At least not yet.
Partly, it’s because, like opening your christmas presents early, it would spoil the surprise (and as I said earlier, I intend to publish bits of it as I go, so it’s not like you’ll have to wait that long anyway). When (if?) it’s finished, I might even do this to give anyone foolish enough a chance to read it properly.
Then again, I don’t want to talk about it because I don’t want to prejudice your reading of it. Like the man says, the author isn’t necessarily the best person to talk about a book. Maybe there’s a hidden meaning to it; maybe it’s all an elaborate metaphor. Who knows; I know I don’t.
Mainly, though, I don’t want to tell you what I’m going to write about because you might think it’s rubbish (the fact that you’ll eventually be able to read it and know it’s rubbish is an entirely different matter of course…)