Quarantine Project Day 18
Okay a complete wash-out for day 18 because I went to
But since this blog is about the process of writing I can comment on one of the winning speeches, and safely declare what writing is not. My book was in a different award section, but the Best Autobiography category was won by Andre Aggasi the tennis-knob. We were offered a giant-screen acceptance speech from Andre, one that drew gasps from the audience when he likened the process of writing this book to the experience of giving birth. He developed the metaphor by referring to ultrasound scans and so on. I was wincing, not only because of the laboured metaphor (haha!) but because he obviously hadn't ever seen anyone give birth, up close or otherwise. Writing a book is nothing at all like a woman giving birth to a child. Nothing whatsoever. Just shaddup.
But quite apart from that, the book was ghost-written. For heaven's sake! Recounting your experiences as a tennis player to a ghost writer is not like giving birth. It's like a having a chat and a cup of tea with someone.
We won't even mention how Best Autobiographies can be ghost written. Maybe the category should be renamed Best Hagiography. Aggi's Haggi. Sort of thing.
The ball was definitely out.
This has been written with a hangover, which can only report an aspirin-sized wordcount: 0
(For previous blogs in the Quarantine Project click on "achives")
