From the Scottish author of the best-selling 'Snowball Oranges' series of narrative travelogues comes this humour-laced though frank and revealing memoir of the joys and headaches of becoming - after many years of trying - a published author at sixty.
Almost a quarter of a century, fifteen books in various genres and twelve languages later, Peter recalls the unlikely route he took to becoming a full-time scribbler: from reluctant civil servant in Edinburgh, to professional jazz musician in London, record producer everywhere from the Isle of Skye to a Beau Geste style fort in the Arabian Desert, farmer of barley and beef in East Lothian, orange grower in Mallorca, and finally to doer-up of houses 'back home' in Scotland.
Accompanied and supported along the way by long-suffering wife Ellie, (friends told her she either deserved a medal or a certificate of insanity ) Peter's writing journey, like the content of his books, was never pre-planned, but always undertaken with commitment, optimism, perseverance and, perhaps most importantly of all, a healthy sense of humour.
Peter's characteristically ad-lib approach to 'readings' has found him taking part in engagements as diverse and far-flung as the formality of the Edinburgh International Book Festival, a pop-up street event in Poland, and even on a cruise liner bound for the Canary Islands. Eighty-four years young and still scribbling, Peter tells a story that will entertain, fascinate and occasionally shock, not just aspiring scribes, but also 'normal' book-readers with a hankering to know what goes on 'behind the scenes'.