It was Writers in Oxford’s 20th anniversary last week. William Horwood, author of the Duncton Wood series, wrote to all the Society of Author’s members whose postcode was OX. I think there were three hundred of them. Three hundred published authors living Oxford. And it was only after William set up our society that we authors, for the first time, could meet each other, talk shop and complain about the rotten way our publishers treated us and how mean our royalty advances were. You can imagine the shudder of horror that ran through the offices of the publishers. We authors were no longer alone.
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