I sent off my new book to some publishers the other day.
It's a true story, set in Ireland, of a Mad Max-type post-apocalyptic scenario where people fistfight for mouldy potatoes and sell their daughters for a litre of petrol.
Unfortunately, I've had to call it fiction because it's set in 2011 and that hasn't happened yet. I prefer to call it 'future factual' because by the time it's published, if it's published, it'll have already happened.
That's due to the delay in bringing books to market, largely due to the welter of Jordan autobiographies already in the system.