Three-and-a-half years ago, I had a lot to get of my chest. A series of bad events responsible for clouding my horizon. With the summer months stretched out in front of me, I did what I have always done in times of trouble, I reached for my keyboard and poured my heart out.
During breaks from daily workouts over a hot keyboard as I endeavor to master the art of writing with instant grabability, I've started reading a new book. Me • You by Dawn French.
With all the upbeat bravado that goes into celebrating a New Year, it has been a sobering experience for me to start 2019 with a rejection. I am viewing the first rejection of 2019 as a part of my character building process. I haven't died, I will live to write another day. My determination, as well as desire to master the craft is stronger than it ever was and I'm on the way to developing a skin with the rigidity of an armadillo. So, that's all good.
When I closed my eyes, there was chaos. A whirlpool of my life flashing like a technicoloured LED advertising board, down to what was on my shopping list and what I was going to cook for supper.
Portugal, for me, is sensory overload; whatever the time of year and after visiting for twenty-six years, it is time to make it my home.
I haven't submitted to a publisher since 1998. This week was a first for me because I have never approached a scary agent before and some of them weren't even born in 1998. Now, barely out of University, with dynamic wish lists, eager to discover the next J. K. Rowling and an enduring character, such as Harry Potter... who they've grown up with. As a much-older-than-I-would-like debut novelist, my bittersweet story is about the life of a forty-year-old woman born in 1959, who grew up with the non-PC tales of Noddy and Big Ears. So, many baby-faced agents might consider that my first foray into Women's Fiction would be better suited under the heading Historical Fiction.
Jersey is no longer a literary wasteland, the Festival of Words is in its fourth year and is inspiring the lives of many. Richard Skinner, was part of the packed programme this year and he is exactly as the author, Renée Knight, so succinctly describes him… 'An enlightened and liberating teacher.'
Tuesday. Woke up feeling determined. Spent most of the day editing the hell out of the first three chapters, before going back to the ultimate self-torture... the ****ing synopsis.