Learning To Write Under Joe Orton’s Bed…

Here’s the cover of my next book..

In a few days time I’m going to clear the decks and begin editing the last draft of my new book ‘The Brinkmeyers’ – I think it was Joe Orton who said that when he wrote a play, he put it away under his bed for six months before he took it out again to edit because by then it had ‘matured.’ Well I reckon ‘The Brinkmeyers’ ought to have got fairly ripe by now as I wrote the very first draft of it back at the end of 2007. I liked it then but I got distracted by something else, (three years of illness actually, but I prefer to forget that) and when I went back to it at the start of this year I hated it when I re-read it, but I finally pulled it out of a box a month or so ago and decided I did like it after all – in fact some of it made me laugh. As it’s partly a comedy that was quite a good thing. I think the problem was the funny bits lost their freshness for me when I was working on them and there’s nothing worse than a joke when you already know the punchline. Anway, I pushed on with it and used what I could of the original draft and re-wrote what had to be re-written and so it’s going to be published… and I’m rather pleased with it. I guess it just shows that you should always re-visit and re-write. In this writing game nothing gets wasted, at least that’s what I reckon. I don’t believe in the waste-bin – I’m much more a re-cycling man, if you follow me…

So, the book is the story of Hymie Brinkmeyer and his family – he’s an American New Yorker who came to England to marry his British sweetheart – he’s done well over the years and made a fortune in oil and he’s got two lovely kids – Ah, what a lovely family saga you might think – er, well, not quite – his ‘sweetheart’ hasn’t got any time for him and is having an affair with her psychiatrist, his daughter had a baby at sixteen and now has another on the way and his son is either a dangerous fantasist or quite possibly a mass-murderer – or maybe both, and the oil Hymie made his fortune in isn’t quite what it seems either… oh, and everyone knows he’s madly in love with his sexy Irish secretary – everyone that is except for him – it’s a blind spot, like the lump on his scrotum, that he won’t show the doctor…

So, thank you to Deana Riddle at Liberwriter who designed the  cover – you kind of caught the flavour of it, I think…

 

 

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