Beth Miller

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 ...

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 ...

I'm going to the Winchester Writers' Conference on Friday. First time. Looking forward to: 50%. Crapping self: 60% (I like to give these things 110% in case there's any Apprentice recruitment scouts out there).

 

I'm signed up to meet two agents at Winchester. Two one-to-ones, very exciting, at which I get to tell them about my novel. Or rather, at which I must pitch the dang thing, as though it were a cricket ball, and hope no-one gets whacked o...