Question: What do best-selling children’s authors have that I don’t?
(And no, you’re not allowed to say “talent”. My blog, my rules, I’m afraid.)
Answer: Luck. Or, more specifically, a lucky horseshoe rescued from the muddy tussocks of Dartmoor, lovingly de-nailed and de-rusted and polished to a satisfying sort-of shine.
Admittedly this is largely (OK, totally) conjecture on my part but I like to think it’s what separates the literary elite from the literary wannabes. “And why’s that?” I hear you ask (yes, you do have to ask that, I’m afraid… like I said, my blog, my rules). Well, I’ll tell you why (seeing as you asked). It’s because I’m now the proud owner of my very own lucky horseshoe rescued from the muddy tussocks of Dartmoor, lovingly de-nailed and de-rusted and polished to a satisfying sort-of shine. Ta-dah!
It’s up in my writing room, positively glowing with authorial luck, so all I have to do is sit back and wait for the offers from agents, editors and Hollywood to come pouring in.
That’s it… any moment now…
Does anyone else out there have any writerly superstitions? (You know, just in case the horseshoe’s having an off day…