Not a suicide blog, but an indication that one project, at least, is nearing completion. The Novel's penultimate chapter was finished last week, and, of course, I thought "Only one chapter to go, so that should take me one more week".
It isn't finished yet. It's strange how we sometimes slow down in sight of the winning post. Also, the plot needs looking at again. Did Andy have access to the room, or was it locked before he had a chance to be there? Lots of loose ends to check. After that, it needs to be stuck in a drawer while I start number 2, and then I need to find a nice agent who will look at it.
I've tried a couple of agents with the first three chapters, but they declined. However, I must say that they were the kindest, most thoughtfully drafted rejection letters that I've ever had. I know they're probably sent to everybody, but these people had taken thought and care in what to say to an unsuccesful author. Good on you, Mr Geller and Mr Trewin.
What else has been happening? Once again, I've sent in three poems to the National Poetry Competition (the British one run by the Poetry Society). It's closed for this year, and winners will be notified by February. The entries are all anonymous, so there's a good chance that we're being judged on merit. Maybe that's why I haven't won it yet.
Enough babble for the now. More on novel when Hedgehog has written it. Now where's my pile of leaves? Yawn.
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