Tuesday, October 18, 2016
[Link] THE TIME I WROTE A 150,000-WORD PULP NOVEL IN A MONTH TO WIN A BET
Thirteen years ago I wrote a novel as the result of a bet between myself and my publisher at the time. The result was Catacombs of Terror! I’m going to try to remember how this happened, although due to the passage of time and the vagaries of memory, much of what follows will be unreliable.
One afternoon in the pub, over several pints of cider, the eccentric publisher Ambrose Blimfield proposed that I write a novel. He promised he would publish it. But, he continued, lighting a cigar, I had to write it in a month. In fact, he said, to “encourage” me, he’d bet me five quid that I couldn’t do it.
“Don’t most publishers give writers an advance?” I asked.
“I’m not most publishers. Here’s the deal. I bet you five pounds that you can’t write a 150,000-word novel in one month. If you do it, you get the five quid and I publish the book. If you don’t, I get a fiver off you, and I have to go back to publishing local poets. I hate local poets. In fact, I hate all poets. And all poetry. I have a long-standing and deeply entrenched hostility to the form. Anyway. How about it? I’ll give you half the profits.”
At the time my finances were distinctly precarious.
“All right,” I said. “I’ll do it.”
Read the full article: http://lithub.com/the-time-i-wrote-a-150000-word-pulp-novel-in-a-month-to-win-a-bet/