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It's out

The book is out. The publishers have been in touch. I may have to - gulp - promote it. I'm ready, I tell you, or I will be after I've finished this glass of rose wine. Now there's a drink for an angler. Neither one thing nor the other, neither fish...


They've sent it to the angling magazines. That's going to go down well. "There's no fish in this book," they'll moan," neatly missing the point. Mind you, they might be more enlightened than that. I haven't looked at a modern fishing magazine for a while. Maybe things have changed. Maybe my kind of gentle, reflective rambling is about to make a comeback.

I do know this. I must fish. I've plugged this blog in the book, so I've got no bloody choice. I must practice what I preach. That means rescuing last season's luncheon meat from the freezer, trying out the stupid secret bait again (not a touch last year) more of that crap American cheese all over the place.

Only another 20 or so pages of this 'other' book to finish and then I'll be free. I'll raise the blinds, get out the hammock, fire up the iPod, get out my guitar, perfect strangers will call me by name...

The book is out.
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A New Hope

Having not been fishing since November - that's nearly six months, even by my poor maths - I feel pale and depressed. I'm richer than I was* by dint of all this flamin' work, but I haven't been to the bank, except for a walk. But the book, the book. It's nearly out. You can find it listed on Amazon. They've done a great job. The Australian edition is prefaced by Bonita Brown, the English edition by no-one.


Don't be put off by the title. There are no rules, and even if there were, angling was invented to break rules, not follow them. I'm delighted with the way it's turned out. In fact, so delighted that I'm going to celebrate by going fishing. Or at least I will when I get the next book out of the way. Yes, gentle reader, I boated her.

I'm currently half way through the next book in my 'Companion' series. Having had the Campsite Companion published by Running Press in the US, I'm now about halfway through the Boating Companion with the hope of course, is that the trilogy will be completed by the Fishing Companion, but we'll have to wait and see.

Meantime, I've got my license, I think I can remember where the river is. As soon as this book is finished - June 4th - I'm off fishing.

* but not by much

P.S. The latest issue of Waterlog carries another of my pieces - Fishing with Yoda. The interesting thing about this is that it was originally submitted in 2001. This is a record in terms of letting something of mine gather dust...well, nearly anyway. Nevertheless, fair play to them both for recognising - finally - it's literary worth, and coughing up the fee.
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