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misha's blog: Blood-Red Pencil: Misha Herwin and a New YA Book
misha's blog: Blood-Red Pencil: Misha Herwin and a New YA Book: Blood-Red Pencil: Misha Herwin and a New YA Book : What would happen if the world ran out of water? Would our societies survive? Would our t...
Friday 28 January 2011
Teeth and other troubles
Although teeth aren't strictly to do with writing, the current infection under one molar is definitely hampering progress. Although ibuprofen and antibiotics are helping, my brain is slowing down and using this as an excuse to take things easy. Which is not good as I have two projects that need urgent attention. The first is to find a title for a short story I've just finished. The second is to get to work on a novel that's been gently simmering in my documents for four years! Why now? Well I've decided to enter it into the Romantic Novelists New Writers' Scheme. Felt like a really good idea at the time, until I looked at the instructions. Why oh why don't I ever read the labels on things? ROMANTIC came in capitals. Is my novel romantic? That is the problem. It's about love and women, and some men and it has a happy ending. So surely ......
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.
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.
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.
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