Beth Miller

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If you unravel a jumper, do you still have a jumper?

Posted on August 4, 2014 at 4:45 PM Comments comments (0)

I finished the first draft of my difficult second novel, and showed it to my esteemed agent. The novel has three main characters. Let's call them A, B and C (it's that kind of experimental novel, where people are just, like, not bogged down with the baggage of names). Well, said my esteemed agent, I think Character B is upsetting the focus of the book and it would be better if he wasn't in it at all. Even as I started to protest, I knew she was right. That's why she is esteemed. We talked so...

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Chapter 1 saved from the knackers' yard

Posted on November 29, 2013 at 6:10 AM Comments comments (0)

Publisher's edits - tick.

Copywriter's edits - tick.

Feeling like it was all going nice and smoothly - tick.

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I just signed my contract

Posted on July 25, 2013 at 5:15 PM Comments comments (0)

Oh yes I did. I just signed my contract from my publishers. My PUBLISHERS.

I never particularly wanted to be able to say 'my hairdresser' or 'my gynaecologist' or 'my plumber.' But I did always want to be able to say 'my agent' and 'my publisher.'

The reason this sounds so smug is because I am writing it whilst wearing a big shit-eating grin.

Inching closer

Posted on March 31, 2013 at 2:55 PM Comments comments (0)

Continuing in the pattern of posting once a year, in March, here I am. Since this time last year

    • I have sent the book off to three or four agents, all of whom hastily rejected it
    • I've been taken under the wing of The Literary Consultancy, whose reader really liked the book, and they have sent it off to three or four agents, all of whom hastily rejected it
    • I have sent it to ...

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Sorta finished

Posted on March 26, 2012 at 5:15 PM Comments comments (0)

I see that almost exactly a year ago I was knocking down walls. Well, here I am now, with what I'm tentatively calling a 'finished novel.' I've sent it somewhere; I'm waiting. Actually, I'm not waiting. I'm sitting back with my feet on the desk, enjoying the peace. My novel is like a disruptive child with ADHD. Suddenly, after I've spent years being the sole carer, it's been whisked away to a holiday camp for the loud and over-energetic, and someone else has responsiblity. Just fo...

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Other than that, how did you like the play, Mrs Lincoln?

Posted on June 27, 2010 at 8:27 PM Comments comments (1)

Winchester. Previously, simply a posh city with a nice cathedral. Now, a word which strikes an icicle through my heart.

 

‘Which agent are you meeting first?’ asked a fellow wannabe.

‘Denise Iceberg’, I replied.*

‘Oh, I’ve just seen her! She’s really nice! She said her list was full, but she liked my book.’

 

Her list was ...

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