Suggestions are invited for things Wilson can say about the anteater in his That's Not My Anteater book — so far, all he's got is:
'That's not my anteater — his tongue isn't nearly long enough'
and
'That's not my anteater — his fur isn't doormatty enough'
which is going to make for a slim volume, however thick the board it's printed on!
Uncle Zoltan's suggestion cannot be repeated in polite society.
Wilson's Assistant Editor Antony is busy, um, well... assisting with the editing I suppose, while Literary Agent TT naps until the book is ready for launch — when he will apparently leap into action.
I'll believe that when I see it...
Only a slightly* behind schedule, Wilson has finally completed the calendar page for January — and he's decorated it with a very appropriate picture, in view of yesterday's snowfall.
He has promised to try to get February's page produced in good time, possibly even before the month actually begins!
Now January's page is out of the way he's started work on his next project, his That's Not My Anteater board book.
For the prototype he's using crayons, scissors and a stick of glue — I'm just hoping he doesn't try forcing thick cardboard through the printer once he goes into production...
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*Quite a lot, actually
Creating a calendar for a whole year is taking Wilson longer than he anticipated.
A lot longer.
He says it would be much quicker without Uncle Zoltan's help, but he's afraid to tell him this for fear of being stung.
All he's got finished so far is the cover, but he's working on the January page — he's currently got as far as next Tuesday week, and he assures me that the entire month will be ready soon.
Hopefully before the beginning of February...
Following our discussion, Wilson has decided that his first project will be a calendar.
He intends to produce a new page every month, just for his friends, to gauge how popular it would be. He's in the dining room right now, designing it with the help of Uncle Zoltan and Diesel the Goldfish.
Uncle Z (who, once having had a nest in a print shop, claims to know what Proof Reading is) is reading out the numbers from W's Hello Kitty diary while Wilson types them in.
What Diesel is doing there I cannot even begin to imagine, and I don't like to ask for fear of offending him.
W says he hopes to have the first page of his Anteater Calendar ready for you by Wednesday.
As Uncle Z is involved, I'd suggest you check it carefully before you rely on it — I wouldn't put it past him to introduce some deliberate mistakes!
Incidentally, my new number plates didn't fall off overnight. I just hope I don't get into any trouble using them — I have to drive right past the Police Station to get into the village...
As soon as we returned home Wilson decided that I'd waited long enough and it was time to fit his main Xmas gift to me — the personalised number plates — to the car.
I feel sure there must be some sort of legal formality to be observed when changing one's number plate, but Wilson assures me that all I need is a big tube of No More Nails.
Plus some nails, 'Just to be on the safe side!'
While we were fitting it, Wilson mentioned that he'd thought about getting a numberplate of my name, GR43ME, but decided I'd prefer one showing his name instead...
