Friday, March 31, 2006

Conf 171: Bookish Day

No. of new rejections: 1

Letter in post this morning:

Dear Amanda,

V passed me the pages from your manuscript FF which I enjoyed reading. I think you are a good writer and I would be interested to read anything else that you write (or to read outlines or ideas that you are considering writing) but I don't think FF would be very easy to sell. I love the energy in your writing and thought you wrote with charisma about S. But certain aspects of the story - the music business, which for some reason never sells books; the sexual content to some extent, the title and the rural/urban debate which didn't interest me as much as you might have hoped - would make this particular book a tough sell in a very competitive and demanding (and narrow-minded) market.

My opinion is of course only one in a business full of them and you may get very different reactions from other agents. Do let me know if you have other ideas you would like to discuss. I can be emailed at.....'

Hmmm? No sinking disappointment here, then, and I do have another novel to show. She's a good, highly recommended agent from top agency. Should I chuck more wood on the fire and send her the synopsis of other novel now? Or wait to hear what the other 3 say? Wait, I guess, but a one line e mail thanking her for her nice letter & saying I do have something but not actually sending it yet.

Day off today, last day on own before school hols. Slobbed around for an hour finishing Ossie Clark Diaries . Very sad ending. He and his little dog Ossie were familiar faces around the streets of Portobello when I lived there. My friend worked for his great friend Pam & we all went to the same Buddhist meetings for a while. He was an extremely forceful character, hugely entertaining but acid, a bit like Pete Burns from Celeb Big Brother, and I was never brave enough to speak to him. But that experience gave the diaries a bit of a personal edge for me, and his murder at the end was devastating.

Continued with my efficiency-run with trip to bank, shops and library. LOVE going to the library & have returned with goodies galore:

The Log from the Sea of Cortez John Steinbeck

A Man Without A Country Kurt Vonnegut

Story McKee (again)

The Artist's Way Julia Cameron

The London Photographic Atlas

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

Conf 170: Warning: ***** DULL******

No. of rejections in post: 1
No. of new e-mails to BBC: 1
No. of replies from BBC: 2

A buff hand-written envelope in post, ooh party. But, no: ' being incredibly selective about what she is taking on at the moment and feels she will not be able to represent your work successfully. We wish you all the best of luck with your work.' Hand written?

Prepared envelope to send to the agent requesting 1st 5 chapters, but do I hang on to it until I hear from the other one? Or should I bung it in the post anyway? Am never sure about multi-submissions even though everybody says 'send them all out at once'.

The cooker electrician finally reappeared so this morning a BOdourly stench filled the kitchen area next to this desk & so I did Other Things. Boring paperwork, paying bills, checking insurance, hoovering, cleaning dark dusty corners and skirting boards. Discovered my Nat West Advantage Gold bank account covers me and family for 5* travel insurance so hooray we are OK after all. Daughter and I anyway, it says 'partner' too but I wouldn't trust that when the gritty comes to helicopter rescue. Also registered for my free mobile phone insurance and data protection insurance at the same time. I have to pay for this account of course, but if you have an overdraft it works out cheaper than a normal current account, or it did, and I don't have an overdraft any more so am probably paying over the odds.... UGH, anyway was pleased with this mini efficiency effort. Still have to clear post-moving-in (6 months ago now) upstairs cupboards & garage & catch up with accounts.

Wrote to the head of BBC recruitment explaining my dilemma about non interview for job & non-response from his staff. Got an e mail back from him within the hour plus a phone call. He didn't phone, of course, but an assistant who told me they'll be contacting the department and getting back to me. Good. I hope someone gets a bollocking. You can e-mail anybody at the BBC by writing their name with a dot in the middle and then

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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Conf 169: Sent

No. of reminders sent to BBC: 1 (= x 4)
No. of replies from BBC: 0
No. of submissions to agents: 1

Editing is very hard work. The fine edit more than most because after the final screen edit I really did think it'd be a straight read-through, more or less, and I could think about adding bits of light and breeze here and there. Not a bit of it. Started at 8.30 this morning, have just finished. 5pm and it's gone, first 100 pages that is. So there.

Now can get miserable and worried again. This little haitus period between having agents showing interest in the idea and them actually reading it has been a welcome break into the world of possibilities. Must now prepare thick skin for new round of rejections, and I'm not going to like it. I know I'm not. Also, now the BBC safety net has gone, i.e. if all else fails can return to old job, feel more vulnerable than ever. I simply don't know what I'm going to do if this fails. As it's pretty dumb to expect to make a living out of writing, this is my own fault. But to know, to realise, I'm now not good as an employee to anyone isn't very cheering. Will carry on the freelance work at home and keep thinking I suppose. I have an idea for a website I may try to get off the ground, but it could be more pies in the sky, biting off more than can chew and any other cliché you care to throw at it.

The second agent who contacted me, the really nice-sounding one wanting to know about my present commitments to agent and publisher, hasn't replied to my e-mail of 4 or 5 days ago, so I must have said something wrong here.

Dear J,

Many thanks for getting back to me.

This is in effect my fourth novel. Agent 1 and I parted amicably after she passed on the idea and opening chapters for my third novel. She suggested I try other agents with it which I did. I had some interest and disappeared to finish it. (maybe I shouldn't have mentioned other agents?) However, about half way through I had the idea for Novel 4, which I felt was more of the breakthrough idea I needed to get into what I know is a very competitive and difficult market to break into. My deal with Y was a 2 book deal and there are no contractual obligations to show them any new work.

I have been quietly getting on with Novel 4 and am now about half way into the 2nd final draft of 65,000 words. With the final 2 chapters to write and the inserts as I go, I am aiming for 80,000.

All best wishes,


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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Conf 168: Besides

No. of e-mails from BBC: 0
No. of new e-mails from agents: 1 (= 3)

Good start to day, coffee and home-made muffins with Debbie in Kew, catching up on this and that. Rest of day editing in earnest. Found a new gremlin word 'besides' which I had 2 different characters saying. Mostly nit picks now, tomorrow will print and work from hard copy before sending in late afternoon.

New e-mail from another agent. Quite formal suggesting I send 5 chapters by snailmail. Think it's a standard reply type of contact rather than someone actually liking the idea. This is a newish agency and don't really know anything about them yet, will try to find out more.

Debbie worried me, saying I should have acknowledged last week's e-mail, but I prefer to keep any correspondence with prospective agents to maximum minimum at this stage. Is that the right thing to do?

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Monday, March 27, 2006

Conf 167: Forward Motion

No. of new e-mails from agents: 1 (= total 2)
No. replies from BBC to my e-mail (plus 2 reminders): 0

See the BBC are on the ball then. Have now gone through to Complaints, see if that does anything.

Suddenly busy busy. On Friday had more work scripts to do, was delivered 5 VHS's instead of 4 which meant had to work on Saturday morning as well. However, they're pleased with me and have upped my rate. Also late on Friday, e-mail from another agent. She sounds really nice. She's a one woman show, recommended by my first agent, said she liked the sound of my novel and asked for details of my contractual obligations to my first agent and publisher.

Been too busy to do a final edit, but have now finished TV script work and will give myself 2 days solid to do a final polish before submission on Thursday.

Great weekend, starting on Friday night with PR friend Emma's birthday party. One guy brought a guitar, another, her client and friend Tom Morley, turned up with lots of big African drums and maraccas. We took over the top floor of Pizza Express with an impromptu session of drumming and singing African chant songs.

Then it was mother's day yesterday. Breakfast in bed, a gold heart necklace and a poem written by daughter. It started:

Containing all of my love for you
Is like keeping a bird from singing....

Ah. Then the DVD I'd not hinted at but demanded as my present (to save them having to wonder) Pilates for Life Darcey Bussell, am convinced pilates is the way forward, and until, if ever, I can afford classes, this shall be next best thing. We then tried an Asian fusion restaurant in Twickenham, called Ozone. It was good. Daughter's lacquer bamboo box filled with her choice of food from the menu was completely free & I got a beautifully wrapped scented candle.

Worked a bit on craft craft this evening, after my hour of pilates with my new best friend Darcey. Used Alan Ayckbourne's notes:

"Plan carefully each character's attitude to each other - loving, hateful, indifferent.

Have a clear idea of role of characters before you start. What purpose does this one fulfil? Is he vital? Is there another function in the storyline which this character can fulfil?"

Nowhere near the beginning, but found it useful to do a run-round of my people as they stand.

Most useful was:

"Characters either control their destiny or are innocent victims. Should be clear potential for intellectual and emotional movement."

Also had a sudden panic about Novel 3. It's in the computer and saved on disk, but am not sure where disk is and which version is the latest version. So found the latest draft and e-mailed it to myself. Was surprised, and pleased, to see it stands at 54,528 words.

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Thursday, March 23, 2006

Conf 166: Bad & Good

Chapter: 18 (hooray)
No. of job rejections: 1
No. of e-mails from agents: 1

Bad Things That Happened Today

Rejection e mail from BBC re application for my old job. Except I couldn't read it because virus checker had zapped attachment. So phoned them. Heart thumping actually, even though I don't really want the job and it's all a bit of a relief. But all the same, rejection is rejection and pride was hurt. It was the job I DID for 15 years! I said, how come I don't get an interview? Got some corporatespeak fobbing off, told they don't give reasons for rejections at this stage, so am taking it higher, to Freedom of Information Act and The Governors if necessary, shall demand to see my personal file, which you can do now.

Partner clears garage corner and disconnects cooker ready for electrician. Electrician doesn't turn up, and doesn't answer calls.

Realise will have to pay £19 for duplicate driving licence.

Realise travel insurance has expired, and was never renewed last summer, so we travelled all over France with no insurance cover. Maybe this is why am not best candidate for being a highly organising TV person.

Daughter just spilt hot noodles over herself, and sofa, & screamed house down.

Good things that happened today:

Found driving licence in travel docs bag.

Checked insurers on moneysavingexpert and found much better deal.

This evening an e-mail from one of agents I mailed yesterday. Well, not her, but one of her associates who wants me to e-mail first 100 pages of novel.

We shall have a bottle of crisp white wine tonight with our kippers.

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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Conf 165: Slacker

No. of new query letters sent to agents: 3
No. of job applications sent: 1

Woke up with more details about one of minor characters who appears later in novel. It's so enjoyable when these things start happening all by themselves.

No writing done today. Did the 3 new query letters this morning, with yesterday's e-mail that makes 4 out in total; out for long lunch with friends, then a job application as a TV librarian this afternoon. Not working in library full of TVs, but - not sure what it is to be honest but my qualifications seemed to fit and it'd be regular hours.

Writer's Almanac today celebrates the birthday of novelist
Louis L'Amour. He wrote five pages a day, including Sundays and holidays and sold over 225 million books:

born in Jamestown, North Dakota (1908). One of the hardest working and best-selling novelists ever, he wrote a hundred and one books in his lifetime.
He knew he wanted to be a writer from the time that he could walk. So L'Amour quit school when he was fifteen and traveled around the West working as an animal skinner, ranch hand and lumberjack. Wherever he went, he got people to tell him their own stories and whatever stories they knew about the Old West. Once, he met a gunman who had ridden with Billy the Kid and who had gone on to sell real estate.
In the early 1930s, L'Amour hopped an East African Schooner and made his way from Africa to Asia. He lived with bandits in the mountains of China and then started boxing professionally in Singapore. He won thirty-four of his fifty-nine boxing matches by knockout.
When L'Amour got back to the United States he started writing for pulp fiction magazines because he needed money and the pulp magazines paid him the fastest. He wrote all kinds of adventure stories, but eventually settled on westerns. L'Amour's first big success was Hondo (1953), about a love triangle between a cowboy, an Apache warrior and a young widow living on a remote Arizona ranch. It begins, "He rolled the cigarette in his lips, liking the taste of the tobacco, squinting his eyes against the sun glare."
In Ride the Dark Trail (1972), L'Amour wrote, "I just pointed my rifle at him ... and let him have the big one right through the third button on his shirt. If he ever figured to sew that particular button on again he was going to have to scrape it off his backbone."
L'Amour said, "I write about hard-shelled men who built with nerve and hand that which the soft-bellied latecomers call the 'western myth.'"

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Monday, March 20, 2006

Conf 163: Over the Hump

Chapter: 17
No. of new submissions to agents: 1

Read the worrying chapter to writing group last night. Bit of a silence at the end, 'good dialogue' someone said kindly, then we got to it. There was no emotional movement in the sequence, or, as Robert McKee would say, no reversal. In fact, all the sequence, (a fragment of a much longer chapter) consisted of was 2 phone calls dubiously linked together. Airing the problem was the best thing I could have done. By the time I was driving home I knew what to do. Dump one of the phone calls and turn dialogue into chance encounter. You can't get away with coincidences in a story, but I think it's worked OK here. I did wonder about having an authorly day out and going to the scene in Covent Garden and writing in a caff. However, too much excitement and luxury for a time-strapped struggler like me, though will do it before the next draft of that scene is written. Will also treat myself to a trip to the nearby John Soanes museum, a place I've always wanted to get to, have tried dragging daughter/friends several times, but it's never worked out.

The scene is now alive, there are a few extra jokes and the story progresses at several levels. So I ended my writing day today far more positively than I have for a very long time. The greater the problem, the more satisfying it is to solve.

At the weekend we went on a rare outing to north London. Alexandra Palace had a motor show. Bor - ING, except the building was interesting and daughter and I got our way with a mooch around Hampstead afterwards. Actually, I used to be very into cars, and have had several classics. 'Had one of them', 'had one of them' I bragged as we went round. Theoretically the Citroen DS belonged to boyfriend of the time, but he got banned from driving for a year so I got it all to myself. It was gorgeous. I had to resist stroking the shiny version displayed. Sadly cars today are A - B machines, and this is more likely to be the reality of ownership.

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Conf 162: Slump

No. of e-mails from agents (x 7): 0 (given up now)
No. of new query letters to mail out this week: 4
Chapter: 17

Third day on this chapter rewrite and it still refuses to shine. Off to do some hard copy polishing in a moment. Will be brave, though, and read it tonight to writing group, rather than an earlier chapter I'm more proud of, as one of the functions of a workshop is to share and work out problems. Brave? Insane, as the standard of writing seems to be rising all the time. I will probably end up feeling miserable and madly envious of everybody else's stuff. I could change my mind, though, it's not too late... could do an earlier chapter, could always say, err decided not to read tonight, as there's no pressure to read every time.

I wasn't going to mention this, but as this is my confession corner I really have to. I found a new US review of my first novel today. The reader absolutely hated it. As it's on a site that is specifically for slagging off novels I shouldn't be too sad, and am in company with Sophie Kinsella, Jane Green et all, but it doesn't half hurt reading a stranger's words on how talentless you are. Serves me right for googling myself.

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Friday, March 17, 2006

Conf 161: Barren Day

Chapter: 17
No. of e-mails from agents (x 7) = 0
No. of e-mails today from anyone in the world: 0
No. of phone calls: 4

One of those beached up becalmed days. Chapter 17 is the first of the pigs. If I move on from this rewrite after one day will feel rotten about whole project again, so have just printed it off for about the 3rd time tonight to work on (i.e. scribble most of it out) over weekend.

No communication anywhere day. Phone calls are from

a) the cooker electrician (about 70 yrs old, straight out of an Ealing Comedy)
b) one of those annoying recorded voice sales pitches
c) daughter from school ordering salami snack
d) daughter outside front door tricking me, ('hang on' I say, 'there's someone at the door,' it's me tee hee)

E-mails are easyjet promos or useless job site reminders.

Some days are meant to be like this.

(Daughter interrupts for some Simpsons

First daffodils in the woods this morning, though and all calm and well. We'll have salad, fresh mango and wine for supper and IT'S THE WEEKEND....

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Thursday, March 16, 2006

Conf 160: Link Heaven

Chapter: 16
No. of e-mails from agents (x 7): 0

Author friend Kate popped by yesterday evening for a swift glass of wine. She kindly gave me a quick lesson in blog linking. At LAST! I didn't even know that CNTRL + N opened a new web window. Last week daughter showed me how to check a spelling by right clicking on the word, for years and years I've been going to TOOLS and SPELLING.

Now I can't think of anything to link to of course. Where have I been deviating to today?? The BBC has opened up its natural history film archive for all of us to use as we wish, so long as it's non-commercial use. They've got a mini edit suite over there too.

Did a bit of Commonly overused words editing today. Chucked a few 'abouts' in the bin. Moving onwards on the chapters, not sure if I should spend a day on each chapter and progress, to get the thing finished, which would be another 15 days. Or spend as much time as each chapter demands for a polished, shiny product. Am tempted to go for the first option. The discipline of having to get something finished each day will be good. Can feel a bit of the overall story creeping in above the day-to-day incidents now, which is fun, I just hope it works and isn't rubbish.

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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Conf 159: Chapter 12

No. of e-mails from agents (x 5): 0
No. of new query letters sent: 2

As I had to go to the post office anyway, fired off another couple of query letters to impossibly big agents. Decided to make the letter brief, with a para on how I see it fitting into the market and just a line on the story, enclosing the 3 page synoposis.

Fair progress on the rewrite, up to Chapter 12 now. Though this is still the stuff that I've already been over many times, as it goes on there'll be bald patches I'm not looking forward to.

The Stone Cold Poetry Bitches"> is a new welcome distraction, thanks to link.

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Monday, March 13, 2006

Conf 158: Chapter 6

No. of words: 62,092
No. of e-mails from agents (x 5): 1
No. of e-mails to agent: 1

Reply from the agent I'd given up on. She apologised for slow response, said she enjoyed the chapters I'd sent but didn't think it was quite for her, so she's passed them on to an agent in the company who handles a lot more commercial fiction. She's going to chase her up and tell her there's a newer draft.

So a glimmer of hope, though the fact that I've had no response from this 2nd agent doesn't bode brilliantly well. Still, better than a kick in the teeth and good to start the week. I'm a Virgo and, according to the London Evening Standard all sorts of stuff happens for Virgos tomorrow. Moon and mercury-wise, I think it is. Something starts going forwards or backwards. Supposed to be a time of big change, so let's hope it's for the better. Then a friend told me of another agent she'd heard was looking for my sort of stuff. So, all shyness on the back burner, I sent the 3 chapters and synop.

Up to end of Chapter 6 in the rewrite today. Lots of small changes. Chapter 7 tomorrow.

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Friday, March 10, 2006

Conf 157: Opening Lines

No. of words: same
No. of e-mails from agents (x 5): 0

No word reduction today as have been in work-for-income mode, another script about comedians, When Comedy Changed Forever, about the rise and rise of Vic & Bob - fun. In the middle of it all suddenly decided to e-mail the new first 3 chapters and synop to the agent who never got back to me in early February. She'd e mailed promising she'd be back to me in the next few days but, since then, nothing. I was going to completely move on from that, there are many agents in the sea and I'm just starting out with this idea, but as she'd sounded so enthusiastic about the idea and is one of the bigger players, and as I'm well armoured-up for the other agents' negativity anyway, got the begging bowl out and hit SEND.

Moving on from Sutton last Saturday, every Thursday I have 2 hours to kill in another south London suburb, Raynes Park, whilst daughter does her korfball. Discovered a mega Tesco hiding in the bushes just next door to the sports hall. Horrible nasty nasty 24hr superstore one. After hiking miles for my hummous, pitta bread and meringues I went to the books section and loitered, surveying the opening lines. Mother's Day by Kirsty Scott is everywhere at the moment, one of the only women's fiction hardbacks in my local Ottakers to have a major presence. They seem to be cutting down on new books out front, spreading out the Richard & Judy (UK Oprah) selections. Kirsty's first sentence is good, something about a harrassed mother paying the prostitute, but her third sentence is pure authorly genius and should be taught at all creative writing classes. Something about rummaging in her purse for money, and there not being anything there except a few TESCO COMPUTER VOUCHERS. We'll have this one then goes the all-important Tesco book buyer. As most commercial fiction writers discover, once they've cracked the getting an agent, getting a publisher code, the hardest nut of all to crack is the supermarket third of the trinity. Whether their book gets onto the hallowed shelves en route to the eggs and cornflakes can be make or break. If Tesco buy in your title, then the bookshop chains are more likely to stock more, and your ball is rolling. If, as is usual for most of us, Tesco don't buy, go straight down the longest snake on the board and start again. Maybe we should all get the word Tesco in our opening paragraphs and sit back and watch it roll on in. Maybe there should be a competition to rewrite famous opening paragraphs including the word.

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Thursday, March 09, 2006

Conf 156: Killing the Darlings

No. of words: 61,790
No. of e-mails from agents x 4: 0

Now watch the wordcount decrease to zero. But still, this does feel like more of a readable final draft than any that have gone before. Am printing off and reading through each chapter about 400 times, printing off, reading, correcting again. Each chapter must be as tight and succinct as a short story now, no extra words allowed. Whether it'll all hang together is another thing.

One of the fun things I like to do at this later stage is put my characters into Google and see if they have any twins wandering around the planet for real. Today I put in my main character's dead husband, and up came an obituary for a guy with this same name. From this person I got 'deadpan expression' and dry humour, which fits my man and can be slotted in somewhere.

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Saturday, March 04, 2006

Conf 155: Ready to Go!

No. of words: 63,834

Saturday saw us in Sutton all day for daughter's korfball tournament. Sutton's horrid, but there are some good places nearby. We snuk off to Mogador for lunch at The Sportsman,

one of Surrey's best country pubs, way off the beaten track, mainly frequented by walkers, horse-riders and visiting Americans who are brilliant at internet research. I used to live nearby. After the long, flat gallop we'd hitch our horses outside and nip in for a half or two. I lived in a hippie-like commune across the heath and sometimes a group of us would walk the several miles in the dark and stagger back again at closing time hoping we didn't get lost. 'You wouldn't do that today would you?' said worried partner. Nostalgia, it gets worse as you get older.

Was interested to read Jacqui Lofthouse's new writing coach blog, all about showing and telling. She shows how telling can be showing, too, which was very useful to me as I've been culling out all my shows into my expanding 'outtakes' file. The thing is, when you write a first draft, you're telling yourself what it's about as you go along as much as the reader, so it's inevitable they're going to be in there.

Read the new chapter one to writing group last night, and now, after a few final tweeks it's ready to go off to do its business, or not, as the fates will have it. I have queried 4 agents. A query letter only, no enclosures, and no sae, my e-mail address if they want to see more. It's the London Book Fair this week, a daft time to be expecting an agent to look at their post, but have decided to do 4 query letters a week, on a Monday, forever more now.

Oh, and this"> has changed my life in one of those satisfyingly trivial ways.

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Friday, March 03, 2006

Conf 154: Final Proof Reading

No. of words: 63,832

"Q: What's the most surprising thing that ever happened to you?

A: When I sold my first novel, The Ice House. We'd been trying to sell it for two years, so when I got a call from my agent I was so surprised. It was only 9.30am, but I bought a bottle of champagne and drank it there and then."

Five Minute Interview with Minette Walters
The Independent 2.3.06

I love hearing stories like that. Who was the agent who didn't give up?

I have printed today what I think is the last draft of the first 3 chapters. Running it through Wordcount (see sidebar for link), I discovered 10, TEN 'just' s still in there. Also, 15 'life's and 10 'door's.

I will read C1 to the writing group on Monday, then after final adjustments start the selling process in earnest. I'm a bit scared, but, really, I think I've done all I can do. I've got 2 words written at the top of the printed version "light and wind" & will see if I can put one or the other in somewhere over the weekend without messing it up.

As a treat to self, I went off to the shops this afternoon, proper High Street clothes shops. We're out for dinner tomorrow night and for lunch on Sunday so I spent the food budget on clothes. Shoes, blue pumps, white jeans, and a white linen skirt. Oh, and a yellow Brazilian football T-shirt which daughter said was GROSS and SUICIDAL as soon as she saw it.

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Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Conf 153: Keeping The Options Open

No. of words: 64,358

Ah, at least the words have gone down today instead of up, which is encouraging as am meant to be refining not adding more. Exposition breeds itself like bindweed, bloody stuff. Still, the three chapters should be ready in the next few days. I'll carry on with the rest in good faith with myself, but am already laying contingencies for when I give up the fight.

Namely applying for full time job. They're advertising for a mass-intake of arts and docs production co-ordinators, my old job at the BBC. This might not be at all sensible. I've already got myself in a bad tempered, frazzled snarl filling out application form, have sent off one rude e mail to BBC Recruitment, like WHY don't they advertise their grading scale anywhere? The first thing you want to know about a job is how much it pays, right? All they give is a grade, and no code anywhere on their site to decode it, not that I can find anyway. Or on Google. And then the length of the ad is absurd, the corporatespeak twaddle of it had me screaming. In the last bit where you had to sell yourself and beg and plead and say how keen you were, I just said words to effect that qualifications spoke for themselves. Snooty hnn, and will probably get me dismissed before the off. Maybe that's what I want. I don't know. I do quite fancy being out in the big wide world again, though, but maybe not that out. I'll let fate take its course.

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