Played hookey for a couple of hours last Saturday and joined a few fellow writers at our hallowed Cliff Cottage for lunch hosted by the wonderful Elizabeth. She’ll hate me for saying this, (and will let me know in no uncertain terms as she is a subscriber) but she truly is generosity and philanthropy personified.
In the course of our spirited and diverse conversation it came up that a writer friend of ours was ghosting an autobiography. There’s nothing too remarkable about that as a lot of autobiographies are “ghosted” to some degree. However, for an autobiography to be successful the subject should be well known or at the very least their name needs to be recognisable. The subject of this one was unfamiliar and curiosity got the better of me.
Imagine my surprise when a veritable dogfight unfolded before my eyes. Continue reading