It was one of my favourite postcards as well – the one of the little girl holding a pig and laughing her little socks off. I bought it in Granville Island Market two years ago. I do hope I get it back.
Well. So. Ta da. I’ve done it. Yeah. I’ve finally finished my synopsis. I have actually made a submission to a literary agent. Crikey. And it only took two months as well.
I don’t feel relieved, I don’t feel elated. I do still feel a little tired, having gone almost 40 hours without any sleep, but mostly I feel terrified. I’m convinced I made a mistake somewhere in the submission. I’m suddenly possessed with the certainty that really it’s not a terribly good novel at all. I’m now almost certain I spelt my name wrong, or put a kiss after I wrote it. As soon as I dropped the envelope into the post box, all I wanted to do was stick my arm in and pull it out again.
But that’s a good sign, isn’t it? It’s certainly not a bed made for hubris.
I’ll be away for the next ten days, halfway up a mountain and permanently halfway through a cup of black coffee, listening to David Bowie and thinking about schizophrenia. Hopefully by the time I get back, my little laughing girl with her pig will be waiting for me.
Congratulations Ben. Enjoy your days away with coffee and relaxation. Those two things *can* go together; anyone who says otherwise is no fun.
J x
has it come back yet?
Hmm, yes, I remember the latter end of those 40 hous without sleep and very little food. We were intolerably cruel and made you drink many pints then smiled quietly as your head dropped onto the little wooden table, surrounded by black cats and pictures of Morrissey. My, that sounds sinister, but we love you really – love the LQoH, the Actor and the Cat
Well? Is she back yet?
Good luck.
As of this date I have still received nothing.