The air tastes of change. It’s not the falling leaves or a chillier breeze that make me listen up and put my nose into the cold morning air – there’s something else lingering outside, waiting to reveal itself. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It reminds me a lot of the feeling I […]
It’s bloody hard. There is no other way to put it, looking for an agent/publisher is one of the most painful and frustrating things I have put myself through so far. Because writing the novel has been fairly easy, I naively thought that getting it published would be too. HA!
I write like Ernest Hemingway. Says website I write. Their innovative and technologically advanced analysis tool evaluates your writing style and gives a pretty *coughs* accurate account of which famous writer you are comparable to. Ernest and me. Like two peas in a pod. Apart from my liking for rum cola, I am having a hard time figuring […]
They say the first cut is the deepest, and although I knew rejection would be very much part of the whole finding an agent palaver, I had no idea how I would stomach the words ‘thanks, but no thanks!’ Not very well, as it turned out.
Hey, it’s me. Look further down. I am right down here, in the little hole. Duvet over my head, tin of biscuits in front of me, crap TV switched on. With the manuscript finished, my main goal has been accomplished. And where I thought I’d be drifting on cloud number nine for a little while, […]
No need to hold your breath – the following post doesn’t bear any expert advice. I have no clue how to write a book. No, wait, change that. I have no clue how to write a good book. I do, however, have a certain authority on how to write a few pages without tearing my […]
So. I just finished writing my novel. I always thought I’d be ecstatic at this point. But I am mainly feeling sick. That must be the shock. Wow. It’s over. And for a change, I am lost for words.
It’s raw and unedited, but… it’s what’s been in my head recently. Happy weekend. And happy reading!
Just in case you started to wonder: I am still here. I still love my blog and all that (who) comes with it. It’s just that I am so preoccupied (read: obsessed) with the idea of finishing the book that I barely have time for anything else. Even if my beloved MacBook (thank you for […]
Just kidding. I found this phrase on someone else’s twitter page and started wondering if she still had friends. Mustn’t that be weird, to be friends with a writer, fearing she is getting the inspiration for that neurotic girlfriend from you? And how bizarre must watching Sex and the City have been for the real […]