For those of you who have resisted the charitable impulse to rescue me from landfill or the remainder bookshop of Southampton Road, let me share with you the first line of my book:
'My name was Edith Lutz.'
This is why the email cowering in my spam is particularly worrying. My cursor hovers over the open button as I continue to hesitate. Should I open it? Is it just another ad for Viagra or Cialis (enough wood for the weekend), a fake Rolex or a college degree, which actually, does tempt me. Who wouldn't want a PhD in Nuclear Physics from the University of Umpaloompa in Wonkaville TX for only $210.
I look at the address - I've just been sent an email by my own fictional character.
