The Lull

Haven't been blogging much lately because tbh there hasn't been much to blog *about*. Ironic really, that I could be on the brink of a life-changing event, but until something happens on that front everything seems somehow quieter and flatter than usual.

Sure, I've had another couple of rejections arriving from the queries I sent out before #44, but as you might expect their pain is massively dulled by the knowledge that someone, somewhere in New York City, is reading my manuscript.

I've half expected a second request for a full or a partial to arrive on the heels of the first, which would be doubly ironic. The rules of querying would forbid me from sending it to anyone else while it is being considered by the first requester. For that very reason I've suspended sending out any more queries for the time being, although there are still 14 out there that I'm waiting to hear back from.

Visit UKwriters

I have joined this place though. I came across it via the blog of one of my recent commenters (thanks Laurence!). I know received wisdom is that it's good to join a writers' group but doing this IRL never appealed to me overmuch. Writers as a breed are solitary folk sitting in garrets sharpening pencils and staring out of windows waiting for inspiration, or crouched over their keyboards with semi-maniacal stares illuminated only by the soft glow of a desk lamp and the reflections of their monitors in their wire-rimmed spectacles as they bash out another best-seller. They don't do groups. But they DO do virtual groups, so this could well be perfect.