I am a masochist. I know I’m not alone because all writers are masochists.
We put ourselves through the hell of rejection but still keep doing it. We are like toddlers trying to stand up under a table – we bang our heads once, but then swiftly forget where we are and do it again, and again and again.
I have heard back from my agent about the publisher who was/is interested in the trilogy. They have suggested further work and have given me some substantial general notes to work with.
My agent says the notes might be worth thinking about (she has e-mailed them to me) but says there are plenty more fish in the sea and ‘we only need to kiss the right frog’. She states she is confident we will get there eventually.
I now have to go through it all again, because she has sent the m/s out to more publishers.
So I’m afraid the news on the writing front is not good news, but it’s not horrendously bad either.
Anyway – the news on a personal front is BRILLIANT!
Her name is Sophie Rose and she was born at 10.00 am on 11th March. She weighed 9lb 8 oz. Her big brother, Tyler, was very pleased to have a little sister because ‘she will have her own girls’ toys, won’t she?’
Mum and baby are doing just fine and she is a little princess. She’s very good and sleeps well. She is absolutely beautiful.
So who cares about a book deal? If it comes, then to say I’ll be happy is a massive understatment, but if it doesn’t then I’ll just write another book and dedicate it to my lovely grandchildren.
And anyway, I’ve just joined the Novel Racers, so that is good news too.