I missed writing. I really did. I was desperate to get back into it, yet nothing could coax me out of my almost four-year-long refuge. There’s a plethora of reasons why I haven’t blogged in such a long time (apart from a couple of posts about pancakes – and I’m not sure that counts). And […]
Do you remember that novel I wrote a while ago? Well, it’s still not published. Surprisingly, getting published is a S L O W process. It’s what everybody tells you, but chances are, you are not going to believe it until it happens to you. Not because you thought you were superior to the […]
It’s so hot in London, I have resorted to wearing bikini tops and beach dresses in a quest to keep cool. Any excuse to slop around, really.
The long-suffering reader might remember that some time ago, I wrote a novel. After typing the magical words The End under its last paragraph, I put it aside several times, edited, re-edited and re-re-edited a couple of times more, and finally submitted the manuscript to a handful of agents.
Having written a book and not having a publishing deal (yet?) has the potential to make you feel like the world’s biggest loser– especially when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and realise that you are dressed like a clown with unruly hair. So in case you started asking yourself where Lil’ […]
In many ways, the last weekend has been the most productive by far in a very long time.
I just remembered a post I wrote almost exactly a year ago – back then, I had been talking (or rather trying to talk) to a few literary agents, with very little success. I had vowed not to give up but instead to deal with rejection in small doses and to dedicate Friday mornings to […]
It’s almost done. A mere 60 minutes and 2011 will be history. It’s been a good year. We sold the house that belonged to a neighbourhood I never really felt at home at. I finished the first draft of my novel. We have mostly been healthy and, most importantly, happy. I have never been good at […]
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!