No agent/publisher news. Am still terrified each time an e-mail comes in and get more hopeful the longer it doesn't. Fantasy scenario is if the editor does like it she'll have to do the 'sharing' bit which she'd have to do before she comes back with any positive news. I have Googled her of course, then thought of Google imaging which hit a result and I do like the look of her, she's smiley and unfrightening-looking. Anyhow it's all irrelevant because agent away for 2 weeks, so glad I know that, doesn't stop me panicing at the e-mails though. She might have a BlackBerry. The writing's been put to one side now as I work flat out and e-bay off as much as I can in the run-up to our August holiday. In a moment am going out to stock up the food troughs and feeling quite excited about stepping out of the door. My piece in the paper today told of one of my proudest journalistic finds, the bagbutton. Am wondering about using it for tent this summer, as we don't take it to France because the boot of the bloody car's so small. Could work. We'd have to take a mini vac to pack it up again yore yore yawwwwwwwwn.
Am always late to catch on to things away from the world of vacuum sacks and borax, it's what happens and am now beginning to accept it, which is the next stage I suppose. But in my teabreak read about this spoof TV Controller's blog which is just priceless. The tone leaves a bit of a nasty taste, but so I gather does working in those places these days and all part of the utter authenticity. A long way from mine and Bruce's olden days of yore. Oh well.
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