I tend not to think about my age and am always surprised when I realise how ancient I am—66 on the 25th. What really brings it home, though, is when I see how old my artistic heroes are. Peter Gabriel is 70 today!
I made 24 queries on Friday & Saturday, finishing at 11 pm last night. This morning, at noon, I received my first form letter of rejection...to add to the 650 I've had over the last seven years. Annoyingly, it was from my favourite agent on the list. At least it proves that agents work on a Sunday. And, it reminds me of why I self-published the first four books in my crime series last Christmas.
I've praised mobile broadband provider Giff Gaff several times on the Colony. They've just announced they're doubling the allowance of their £20 plan to 80GB of data from 26th February. Well worth a look if you use a dongle.
From today, I’ll be posting a thought of the day, various aphorisms, anecdotes, quotes, poems and extracts from interviews. All will be relevant to writing and publishing, though not all were said by writers.
I’ve been collecting wise words for twenty-five years and they’ve been a source of comfort and inspiration to me. I hope that you get something out of them.
I finally signed to Amazon KDP Select, after avoiding its exclusive regulations for six years, by uploading the first four titles of my Cornish Detective series. This felt like throwing snowballs into a snowbank, so now it's time to raise my profile on social media.
Visiting my local library today, I browsed the crime novels for new stock coming across a writer unknown to me (who shall remain nameless) whose work was described in the blurb as “Flynn-esque” referring to Gillian Flynn...ouch! Then I had the happy thought that should I ever find success with my Cornish Detective series, would a debut author’s book be described as Whybrow-esque?
My subconscious is winning! What I thought I’d written where detectives are attacked by fugitive killers: “He came to and called-in again, just as the ambulance arrived. No sign of the attackers, but I’ve thrown a one-mile cordon around the area.” What I actually typed: “He came to and called-in again, just as the ambulance arrived. No sign of the attackers, but I’ve thrown a one-mile condom around the area.” D’oh!
What I thought I’d written: 'Three bikers entered the bank armed with handguns, bandanas concealing their faces.' What I’d actually typed: 'Three bikers entered the bank armed with handguns, bananas concealing their faces.' D’oh!
Lots to do yet as a writer, but time flies, as Ezra Pound shows in And the Days Are Not Full Enough: And the days are not full enough/And the nights are not full enough/And life slips by like a field mouse/Not shaking the grass.
I am blessed with a new laptop, which arrived only 44 hours after I ordered it, courtesy of the Royal Mail. It looks so innocent sitting there charging. Little does it know how many novels will be written on it. Hang on! My last laptop lasted 10 years, and I'm 65....meaning the new laptop may well outlive me!