Yesterday, in all the excitement of creating this blog, I forgot to mention that April 6 is the anniversary of SWINGER's release.
That means, a year ago today I was flying back from London after doing a quick tour of BBC radio and chatting with a couple of other curious reporter types. Gosh! It's been a heady year since then. And a frustrating one too. The problem is: you write a book about swingers, you think you've got the best product you can create, you hand it over to your publisher (who then publishes it, hence the name publisher) and then you come across dozens of other stories that should have been in there.
NB - when I say "You come across..." I meant "You discover..." I wasn't trying to be vulgar.