Beth Miller

My writing friend C said, 'someone wise told me years ago that I had to 'give up' being a writer over the summer as long as I had a child/children to look after... and so every summer I have to relearn the fact of that'.

 

I must remember that for next year.

 

The irony of summer is that you socialise so much, and all your friends and acquaintances ask how the writing's going. 'It's stopped for now' is the most accurate reply.

 

B...

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...

The sun is shining, but I am indoors, blinds down, wrestling with Chapter 22.

 

We've been through a lot together, Chap 22 and I. There was the time I decided, for no good reason, that it would appear in the third person. My, how we (she, he) laughed. And that other time, when I chose it, against its better judgement, to host a climactic scene: an argument so massive it woul...