Category Archives: Getting stuck in

The last post

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.

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I thought I could blog

Thought I could blog about this. For once, I can’t type. I can’t speak.

Mum owns her house

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.

Have the lurgy and want to live inside my duvet…

…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!!!!!

Want to be a party planner? Become a famous author first. (And other stupid things my boss thinks.)

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

Not sure if I’m in charge or just on my own

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.

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The Impossible Woman

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.