Waiting for feedback, remembering what it’s like to be a freelancer and the ghosts of clothing mishaps past and present.

In which the author wibbles on about querying agents, and is happy that the Royal Mail has no Apple-Z or CTRL-Z function. Or does it? Please say it doesn’t.

Update on the re-draft and preparations for the agent submission process.

After much faffing, huffing, displacing and stressing, the second, agent-ready, draft begins.

Writing about the editing process, and pondering the ironic feedback loop of how much better this post would have been had I edited it….

I wake and decide to go for a chilly early morning 5 mile run along the Thames. I jog along dead man’s beard pavements covered in frozen chewing gum and dog turd

Hello blog. It’s been a while. I wasn’t very well. And real life is just so ‘gosh darnit’ real at times. The novel remains unedited. My diary remains unfull – I am practising my positive spinnery in anticipation of paid marketing work. Hence not ’empty’ – merely ‘unfull’ – which suggests that at any moment… Continue reading Learning the process

Patience required. Ingredients missing.

On the excitement or humdrum caused by finishing, but not ‘finishing’ finishing, the novel.

In which the author compares himself to a cartographer, a small hairy mammal, and talks about towels.