My agent sent off one of my books on submission a fortnight ago. It’s exciting (albeit daunting) to know that it’s going to be read by some publishers. It’s also the moment when you psychologically prepare for a long wait.
Yes, another one. Allow me to explain…
Apologies for the radio silence in recent weeks. The frenetic combo of home-schooling (COVID), work, editing and life in general knocked me out of sync. 2020 – it’s been the year no-one’s likely to forget in a hurry!
This COVID-19 lockdown has been a funny time, hasn’t it? Obviously not ‘funny ha-ha’, but funny as in downright strange. I don’t know about you, but my mood has flip-flopped from cheery to despairing, from bored to accepting, and pretty much every other emotion in between.
About three years ago, I started writing a novel that I laughingly referred to as my ‘unpublishable book’. It was wildly strange, with an ambiguous, untidy ending, and it broke a lot of rules.
Last week was a tough one for me. The enormity of the coronavirus situation finally sank in, not to mention the long-term implications of home-schooling, and working full-time, and doing all the other usual tasks around the house.