Sunday, 19 June 2011

Tick tock

Ah yes, tick tock indeed. At least that's the sound I'm currently listening to while sat in my Dads kitchen.

The sound of the clock ticking while I sip my peppermint tea and stare nervously at my copy of the Writers' and Artists' Yearbook 2011. I've marked it with half a dozen pink post-it's and now I'm just...staring at it.

I really don't have any excuses not to motor on anymore. Despite the recurring mental images I keep getting of my book characters quaking in their boots at the thought of being read and then rejected, it's now or never.

I need an agent. That's one thing I know for sure and (as I've read over and over again), it ain't gonna be easy. I know that I have a few things I need to do:

Write a more detailed 300-400 word synopsis
Research agents and see which ones actually represent the genre I've written
Work on a covering letter that isn't just a page of me waffling, thanking them profusely for their time and apologising incessantly for my lack of talent

I'm still fannying around with the book abs debating another cull and a rewrite of the first chapter but the harsh reality is that I can tinker with the book forever and it'll never be perfect. I need to get out there and...well, sell it I suppose.

My Dad told me to hurry up and 'get it published' last night, so that I can become rich and famous (and buy him that Ferrari he's been talking about since I was about four). I told him I will.

And I'm sure it'll be as simple as that (love you, Dad). However, I'll never know if I don't try.

Time for another peppermint tea before I delve back into the Yearbook and find out just how the hell this works...

Em x

Ps. If the grammar is particularly bad on this post it's because I wrote it on my phone. Damn tiny screen.

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