I have to say having an interested agent waiting for the copy really does concentrate the mind. Steam is coming out of my ears I'm working so hard. I went out yesterday, only a delivery and back again, but it was wildly exciting. I can't quite believe this rewrite is nearly there. It isn't yet, but nearly. My deadline to myself is tomorrow. Which will give me Sunday for tweeking and spilling over. It's going to be more than 80,000, so that little blue progress counter thingy at the side might splurge out of the end and get all mucky.
I turned down work work in the week, which is always scary. The worry I'll never be asked again. But this is it, there's no way out now until The End.
What am I thinking of it? The first half is there I think, commas and all. Chunks of the second half are more sparse, lots of dialogue, but that can be no bad thing. I think the overall story is a lot of fun and trots along; I like the main character; I think the settings work and I think the themes are good ones, some obvious some not so. That said when it comes to the read-through, I could still well conclude it's rubbish, that's the nature of this game.
On Saturday there's a blogmeet. I've never been to one before. It's for writers with book deals, which technically means not me of course, but the criteria include those who've had book deals, so I'm in there. One of my blogheroes is going to be there which is a bit exciting, let alone all that getting on big trains and going up to the West End of things.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.