I had a long chat this morning with somebody about today’s travel writing world. We spoke of the need to be either famous or to have a USP, ”a gentle adventure which involves at worst, a loss of dignity; the loss of life thing is for climbers and Antarctic explorers who do what they do because they can’t mix at parties.”
As I am not famous nor am I willing to drag a fridge to the South Pole I fear I am going to struggle to get to where I want to be: an author who makes his living from writing.

I have a feeling that some of the books we today regard as travel writing classics would, if they were written today, struggle even to get published, let alone make any sensible money. Would mainstream publishers today be interested in somebody ambling across Spain or walking across Europe just for the hell of it, or in not making it to the South Pole? I fear not.

I have been an evangelist for print-on-demand technology ever since I used the internet to self-publish my first book after I failed to find a publisher. When I am a millionaire adventurer I will return to self-publishing my books. I love the control, the freedom, and the fact that quality writing and a decent adventure are sufficient to make a good book.
Until then, however, I suspect that I won’t be entering the big boys’ league of travel writers as I refuse to go on Big Brother and I don’t do my journeys to break records or be a novelty. I guess I can live with that.

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