As I said in my previous post, HP left me a letter. You already know what came of that letter. I’m now working with London/Paris. I told Dickie and Giles ‘no’, said I’d help them transition with a new person. But they said ‘jog on’. Well, they said it in a posh way. I think they thought I would change my mind. But, no way jack. London’s been talking to some of my favourite agency authors, and they’re considering publishing with us.
I also forgot to tell you that Katie has decided to move in with HP and pay my part of the mortgage. Solves her need for a place to live, and this way HP and I don’t have to sell the flat straight away (he couldn’t afford the mortgage on his own). After I get back from the US, I’m going to stay in Kingston with mum. Katie is going to pack up all my stuff and after the new year, she’ll drive it down to England in a hire car.
The plans have been made and I don’t know what the future holds. But I’m okay with it, and I’m excited. I do miss HP. I love HP. But, he’s right. It was time to move on.
Thought I could blog about this. For once, I can’t type. I can’t speak.
I can’t believe I forgot to mention this, but yesterday Mum owned her house. She said it was a bit odd. It was a day like everyday. No being handed the keys. No move in date. Suddenly, it’s your house. I asked her if it felt any different, and she said, ‘No. But I think I will change my front door.’ I said I’d help her with that over Christmas. Maybe we’ll get new locks too. Just so she can be presented with keys to her own house.
…and was woken in the middle of the night by a deranged pregnant woman. But too ill now to even discuss. Must take massive amount of drugs and go back to bed. But I huuurrrrttttttt!!!!!
Oh my gawd, I hate my working life!
I met with the Intern today to look at what she was doing with the slush pile. She’s moving through it quite quickly, and she had a couple she wanted to put forward.
They were horrible manuscripts. Slush Pile of Shame bad. Continue reading
At about ten to five I got a call from London, ‘He can’t do this. Why didn’t you tell me? He said he would stay out of the business of the Agency.’
I assumed she meant the Dundee office situation, and I was surprised that it took a couple of days for her to get in touch. I hadn’t said anything because I can already tell that Giles is the type to change is mind, so I was kind of hoping that he’d just go back to the London idea, or even better, the way we’ve been doing it for years — working from home.
He didn’t. And London and Paris are pissed. Continue reading
We have a very excited boy in the house. A Doctor with a Scottish accent. HP is claiming that it’s because the world is looking at Scotland right now…Commonwealth Games, Referendum, blah, blah, blah. I say it’s because Capaldi can’t do anything other than his own accent. HP is having none of it.
He’s been calling me the ‘Impossible Girl’ all week in preparation, and now I things are just going to get worse. Although, I am insisting that he drop the ‘Girl’. I am the Impossible Woman.
Couldn’t agree more. Leave the tricks to the magicians. Okay, that was a bit hokey in itself. But clean writing, a strong story, and engaging characters doesn’t need gimmicks.
The Daily Post
If you write for an audience — be it millions of strangers or your mom — you inevitably think about how your words appear to others. Very often, this self-consciousness results in overstuffed prose and too-clever storytelling. Here to remind us of the virtue of simplicity in writing is Raymond Carver, a master of narrative and linguistic economy:
“I hate tricks. At the first sign of a trick or gimmick in a piece of fiction, a cheap trick or even an elaborate trick, I tend to look for cover. Tricks are ultimately boring, and I get bored easily, which may go along with my not having much of an attention span. But extremely clever chi-chi writing, or just plain tomfoolery writing, puts me to sleep. Writers don’t need tricks or gimmicks or even necessarily need to be the smartest fellows on the block. At the risk of appearing foolish, a writer…
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Too beautiful outside and too much happening in Glasgow today to be stuck indoors in Dundee. May have to do a bunk and get on a train. George Square here I come.
Interesting article from the Financial Times for all you lit fest fans: The Economics of Books Festivals.
Take note of this statement: ‘in the view of another event organiser, the real issue is that publishers have yet to grasp the marketing opportunities offered by book festivals. The same organiser said that no publisher had ever asked him to capture data from an event.’
Publishers may not do this, but I do. Agents rule.