How time flies. I remember just two years ago finding myself berating a fellow passenger on a train from Washington to New York who was on the seat next to me reading from a kindle. “You are putting me out of a job!” I moaned. The book he was reading was not only not one of one my own but the thought of a whole new generation begining to opt for a download and a screen in preference to a firm hard back and a visit to the library filled me with horror.
But we authors have no choice these days- so our publishers and agents tell us. Bite the bullet of new technology or your royalties will dissapear. I don’t believe it. I mean I don’t want to think too much of a world without books you can touch and feel, and mark-if necessary. I love signing books with something personal. I fear we might be gaining new readers at the expense of human contact. Or maybe someone is going to make a greay deal of money, at my expense, on ebay-one day perhaps, sooner that I expect.
