If a job’s worth doing, it’s worth doing properly.
My agent had a peek at Looking For Mr Rabbit and quoted my mother back to me:
‘From the very beginning, she made it quite clear she was not going to be fobbed off with kind words and gentle handling. If she was hungry, she wanted feeding immediately – no waiting….’
The book is far from ready and needs a bloody good edit, with a bloody good editor, which I am going to have to pay for. On the bright side, he said some wonderful things too. It’s official I can write!!
So I am now on journey and I don’t know when it’s going to end.
It might be, of course, that I self publish and be damned, then move on because it’s done and gone – finished. Out of my system. I have to think about it. This is terrible but I like it’s integrity and I don’t want to lose it’s honesty. The truth is awful. Life is awful. I drank tequila and hooch at university in a shit bar, in Union St, Plymouth. I am awful. There is nothing polished about me. Ultimately, I like it and the journey it takes me, including it’s awfulness. As a whole body I like that it’s my actual honest, awful life.
BUT it needs to be the best of my writing. It needs to flow and so I ask you to bear with me as I may be sometime.
Please follow my writing journey on You Tube. I’ll keep you regularly updated.