Head too full of the new term, writing reduced to bite-sized chunks advertising extra-curricular activities to have much time for fiction.
BUT I have re-submitted my main WIP for appraisal in the hope it might help me out the cul-de-sac I feel I'm in.
Have been slicing words, sentences, sometimes whole paragraphs from my MS and have managed to reduce the overall word count by 8 percent, or just over a thousand words. Good news.
Bad news: it's still a little on the long side.
Another rejection, then. But the KINDEST one yet. And personalised, too, which is unusual. This time the agent read my submission straight away (it was a faster respnse time than when I previously queried the same agency), which suggests my pitch, at least, hit the spot.
(Skylark was the agency concerned, if anyone's interested. Children's authors specialists.)
Judges for this year's Branford Boase literary prize say they want to see more magical adventures for children (and fewer domestic dramas).
The CLPE bemoans the fact that only 1% of children's books published in 2017 featured a BAME character.
OY, LIT. AGENTS! BOTH BOXES TICKED HERE, PLUS HUMOUR, EXCITEMENT AND A BRAIN-NOODLING TIME PARADOX.
I mean, for crying out loud.
*cries out loud*
So, I experimentally queried a US agent and got the most impressively fast rejection of my writing career to date. It didn't beat the current Litopia record of 37 minutes, but it was within five hours. And it was on a Sunday.
I'm actually quite concerned about this agent's work/life balance...