20 Years Ago, Terry Pratchett mused in The Times: ‘I think about the literary world like I think about Tibet. It’s quite interesting, it’s a long way away from me and it’s sure as hell they’re never going to make me Dalai Lama.’ (Ansible 215, June 2005) I recently found a 1987 letter from Terry with a similarly modest handwritten PS: ‘Thanks for the Milford invite, but my stuff isn’t up to that kind of thing – Milford is for writers who know how to use long words like “corrugated iron” and “marmalade”. TP.’
