Letter fretting
Today writing to an agent, and the afternoon writing to a publisher. Fretting over these letters and rewriting them, and the synopsis. A feeling of anxiety in my stomach as I do it. Mustn't screw it up.
Off to the gym at lunchtime and then back to fretting at my desk. Arranging to go up to London on Thursday for a general schmooze. Also had a chat with mum who is being kept awake by the unspeakable Salty cat.
A slightly miserable Lorraine called this evening: a horrid day at work, her house buying chain has hit a snag, as her buyer is being forced to back out.
I however had a happy evening chatting with Anton, who not only cooked some excellent peasant-style pasta but played music from bands beginning with T. He also made me look at some hi-fi magazines: it is a different and scary world. One which Anton has contributed to by writing into their fractious letters page to ask advice about speakers. Typically however he did not agree with their advice and so ignored them.
We ended the night on a nostalgia trip listening to an LP called Cak made by comedian Alexei Sayle in 1982. Funny how swearing can in some comedian's work be dire rubbish and in others like Sayle, can be fantastic. I like a good swear once in a while myself, and greatly enjoy excellent swearing.
Home to a happy note from Richard, who has had three poems accepted by Pennine Ink magazine, and enclosed a picture of himself reading and Jane at the Fermain Tavern in Guernsey.
Below Richard in Bard of Guernsey mode, and Jane as Queen of Slam.
Today writing to an agent, and the afternoon writing to a publisher. Fretting over these letters and rewriting them, and the synopsis. A feeling of anxiety in my stomach as I do it. Mustn't screw it up.
Off to the gym at lunchtime and then back to fretting at my desk. Arranging to go up to London on Thursday for a general schmooze. Also had a chat with mum who is being kept awake by the unspeakable Salty cat.
A slightly miserable Lorraine called this evening: a horrid day at work, her house buying chain has hit a snag, as her buyer is being forced to back out.
I however had a happy evening chatting with Anton, who not only cooked some excellent peasant-style pasta but played music from bands beginning with T. He also made me look at some hi-fi magazines: it is a different and scary world. One which Anton has contributed to by writing into their fractious letters page to ask advice about speakers. Typically however he did not agree with their advice and so ignored them.
We ended the night on a nostalgia trip listening to an LP called Cak made by comedian Alexei Sayle in 1982. Funny how swearing can in some comedian's work be dire rubbish and in others like Sayle, can be fantastic. I like a good swear once in a while myself, and greatly enjoy excellent swearing.
Home to a happy note from Richard, who has had three poems accepted by Pennine Ink magazine, and enclosed a picture of himself reading and Jane at the Fermain Tavern in Guernsey.
Below Richard in Bard of Guernsey mode, and Jane as Queen of Slam.
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