I finally got off the fence and sent the manuscript to Bruce the Agent. Rather unromantically, he asked me to send it to him via email as a single word document, single-line spacing. He didn’t want it wrapped up in ribbon and delivered by carrier pigeon. In the event that we hoodwink some unsuspecting publishing house into buying the thing, …
Thanks for That
Here’s a cheerful quote from Ernest Hemingway that I came across this evening. It’s from Lillian Ross’s inspired portrait that appeared in the New Yorker in 1950. “After you finish a book, you know, you’re dead.” Still haven’t sent the manuscript to Bruce. But I’m not dead, either.
Deer, Meet Headlights
Still haven’t sent the manuscript off to Bruce the Agent. I made the mistake of idly flicking through it again this morning. I spotted a mistake, then something I wanted to change, then something else… by the time the children woke up there were pen marks all over the first few chapters and I was wondering whether I’d ever send …
OK, so now what?
It’s an obvious enough question. I still woke up at 5 o’clock this morning, even though I’ve no more book to write. Here I am, twiddling my thumbs, and finally doing some blogging. (Whether that’s a good thing or not is open to debate.) Well, here’s what going to happen next: I’m going to spend the long weekend with my …
This is What a Finished Novel Looks like
Boy oh boy. Don’t quite know whether to laugh or cry. Or blog.
Catherine's Birthday Present
The most terrifying words in the English language: SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED.
Harry Potter, Book One, Day Four
That’s that, then. He starts Book Two tomorrow morning.
What, no Pott?
No Potter update today since the wife went out with the camera. Anyway, Hallam’s going gangbusters on the book and is loving every word of it. Book Two waits in the wings. Meanwhile, I am zipping through my book, tweaking and polishing, readying my baby for the trip overseas to visit my agent Bruce in London. The biggest change is …