Nobody Cares About Proofreading Jamie

My literary manager or whatever you call an agent that isn't an agent that reckons they know how to get you an agent has sent the novel or whatever it is (I'm still going with autobiography) to all five of his literate friends to proofread, and early feedback is raving:

"It's like Adrian Mole but with swearing... I'm not sure about the swearing." - Anon.

"You ARE THE MAN, JAN." - Anon.

"I just puked in my mouth and swallowed it." - Anon.

So, yeah pretty positive. But nobody's found any typos yet. What's the point of proof-readers if they don't find typos?

I must have left at least one in. In fact, I KNOW I did - it was deliberate. I definitely didn't just find it after I sent it to AV to send on to them.

#FML

J.J.J.

Nobody Cares About Publishing Jamie

Right, suckers,

You ignored me for the entire duration of my previous blog's incarnation. And while this is technically the same blog it now has one of those things I'm told make blogs readable or desirable or persuadable or something:

a FOCUS.

The focus is this.

This is the focus: the blog is now a cheap (free, in fact) marketing tool used specifically to promote my upcoming novel, currently in pre-production (i.e. I have no printer ink) on my computer, awaiting a reply from a prospective agent I sent it to, an old acquaintance and former boss of mine, Alexander 'thesvenhunter' Velky, who used to be my boss and editor at Playlouder, until he crash-landed that particular craft into the junkyard of the post-dot-com-boom some few summers ago.

But I have a novel, he has spare time, and he's only charging five percent, so I've sent him the first draft of my autobiography/novel:

Vanessa
Or
How I went mad and upset a lot of girls
by
Jamie J. Jankov

It's been a long time coming and I know die-hard Jamie J. Janakov fans will be excreting fluids from most of their orifices at the notion of a published article turning up on their shelves at, for example, ASDA, but for now all I can say is:

Watch this space.

This one. Right here. Just anywhere on this page really.

Later, hater.

J.J.J.