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What is done, is done, and cannot be undone. Or it can’t if you post the badger.

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.

Tease me, tease me

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

Rien ne va plus

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

Finished, but not ‘finished’ finished

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

Dreaming of an end

I had a dream where I pitched my novel as a series of author-based equations. Which I don’t think is the done thing, dear boy.

There's no need for that kind of language

It’s building, my friends.  Building.   And it looks good.  Or it will at least entertain me.  But still stubbornly unwritten.
I’m sure if we all shout loud enough we can persuade the wee timorous beastie to come out.

Meisterwork interrrupted by coldus vulgaris

Having spent an hour or so on Saturday lying in the park, staring at clouds and refining plot details with Fliss, I am most disappointed to report that Tom has been left hanging on the telephone.
Literally. Metaphorically. Categorically. And probably stoically. Chapter 5 is in my head, but unfortunately a highly [...]

Time, talent, tenacity, desire. And guns.

While watching the death throes of the Murray vs Nadal tennis match yesterday I was left wondering about the former’s will to win. Both men are professional athletes, roughly the same age – they even trained together as chiddlers. Both are successful (or at least in pure cash terms both have won more [...]

The fallacy of Highland Park

When one is imitating heroes, it is probably better to use the pen that Rankin writes with rather than drink the whisky that Rebus does.
1700 words in two gruelling days. None of it for the novel. None of it accredited. But still, satisfying in its own way. I have added another [...]

Displacement activities 101

I am supposed to be writing some punchy and pithy prose for my employer (on my own time, for reasons I can’t remember but quite possibly because I’m avoiding writing the novel. Again.). I have observed all the textbook preparations – drunk far too much the night before so that I don’t flit [...]