A very short blog today - sorry, but I'm battling with time and really have to watch "Lark Rise to Candleford" in 10 minutes or my brain will explode.
Anyway, Lord H and I popped into church today, which was okay actually - even though the vicar's hands were so cold that we feared he might be dead. Or an alien. One of the two. Mind you, if he is either of these, it'll certainly save the church money in salaries.
For the rest of the day, I have been head-deep in finishing the read-through of The Gifting. And ye gods, but I've done it! Sound the trumpets and crack open the beer. So I've sent it off to the agent and await his wrath and gnashing of teeth with great trepidation. I've also completed the update of the synopsis and Lord H is nobly checking it. Though I fear that he is already lost by sentence two as I attempt to describe who these people actually are. Ah well, synopses aren't my strong point, you know.
In the meantime, I've phoned my mother who loves Thorn in the Flesh and Kate but is now asking: exactly how autobiographical is this, dear? And what did you get up to at Durham? And ooh, was that your old boyfriend's college room (no, mother, it's not!!)? And how lovely to put your aunt and uncle in York in. Trust the Wicked Witch of Essex to get to the heart of things, eh ... Ah well, you can't trust family, you know.
Tonight - well in 2 minutes really - I'll be ensconced in front of the TV for the duration. Might even have a cake. Bloody hell, I deserve it!
Ooh, almost forgot the haiku. Here it is:
I'm really pissed off.
Haven't written a poem
for ages: loser.
Today's nice things:
1. Church
2. Finishing The Gifting
3. Mother's comments - bizarrely!
Anne Brooke
Anne's website
Goldenford Publishers
3 comments:
Synopses. Outlines. Covering letters. Oh my, how I quail at the thought. All this introductory stiff is clearly an art form in itself, and one at which I am not proficient (which is an understatement if ever one was committed to the word). And I have read such contradictory advice, as well. Ho hum. Still, another 55,000 words to go before I'm going to start worrying about that all over again.
Hmm. Must be reading about your dead vicar. It should, of course, be 'introductory stuff'. Add spelling to that list of things in which I lack proficiency.
I know - it's horrid! Horrid! I hate synopses! I do love the introductory stiff though - every church should have one.
:))
A
xxx
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