Monday, 16 May 2022
It’s been a while since my last update. I hope everyone is still doing OK, and that at least some of you have figured out how to cook your daily helping of scavenged roadkill using the heat generated by your raw fury at the News at Ten.
The Decade in Tory has been my first foray into publishing, and because of my chronic inexperience I underestimated the time required to get from a manuscript to a physical book arriving in your hands. For some reason I assumed a publisher hitting the Print button would take less time than writing a 450-page exposé of hundreds of government scandals; but seemingly I was wrong.
To be fair, there has been a lot to do. I finished the final draft some time ago, but since then it's been through multiple rounds of detailed editing, spell-checking, and legal approval (which essentially came down to me writing "allegedly" about 300 times, and having to cut a legally dubious claim that Iain Duncan Smith is literally an egg sharted out by Beelzebub).
It’s been a long process, and I want to thank you for your patience. The book is on its way – no, really, it is – and within a couple of weeks the final round of edits and lawyers being grumpy about jokes will be done, and I’ll have one more attempt at getting the typos down to single figures before it goes off to print.
Desigbers (sic) will then finalise the jacket, typesetters will try to make it all legible. And then it’s printed, signed, shoved in a box, and posted out to you; just in time for you to burn it to keep warm when the weather turns.
I’ve been stunned at the levels of support for this project, and with everybody’s enthusiasm for the book. Once again, my genuine, heartfelt and sincere thanks to all of you.