A weird optimism

Sent off my novel to an agent specialising in children's books today, selected mainly on gut feel and intuition. This felt like a significant moment. Having spent much of the day sorting it out, and asking Lorraine to read through everything before I emailed it off. I will also send it to a publisher, and once this is done there is nothing more to be done for the time being. I would love to work with an agent though. Despite my attempts not to build my hopes up, I have a weird optimism about this story.

In the evening, Lorraine and I had a cheery date night in Brighton as a date and celebration of sending the story off. To The Cricketers, which is a pub she and I used to have a Friday night drink in when we were dating. Then across the road to Gars Chinese restaurant, where we shared a Chef's feast and a couple of Asahi Japanese beers to wash it down with. Generous portions, and we did some serious chopstick work.

Our fellow diners not of the most restful sort. A table of women, one of whom was literally screaming with faux excitement, and nearby a woman who I couldn't help thinking was a football wife, complaining about things in an imperious fashion. 

We had a good time there, and walked along to have a single drink in The Basketmakers, where Joe the guv'nor there told Lorraine he was getting married next year, after Lorraine showed him a photo of Sam and Jade. A bus home, after a happy evening.