Monday, 3 September 2007

3 September

Think I'm turning into a grumpy old woman, a furious one at least.

First day back at school, filled with endless, pointless meetings. An hour spent listening to a hearing impaired expert reading from the handout she had just given us. Classroom still not fit for human children. Paper, paper and more paper and no time to write, or to think. Creative processes stultified by the trivial.

The weather of course has turned into glorious Indian Summer.

Good news. E mail contact renewed with Jonathan Clarkson, fresh from his triumph at the Edinborough Festival and poised on the brink of success with his new sit-com Howling not Barking.

Sunday, 2 September 2007

First step

September 2 2007

It feels like a huge step to start this blog. I've called it furious writer, because I am furious, and frustrated and fed up.

Furious because I have to write fast and because I keep reading accounts of writers' lives that mention lit festivals, which are always held when I have to be at work, and the horrors of holidays in Tuscany, when there is no time to write. Holidays are the only time I have to write!

Frustrated because my agent's just decided to give up her agency.

Fed up,with trying to get my work published and especially with agents who send stuff back unread.