Pic from the vey vey funny "Savage Chicken" people |
And I'm delighted that this word is still one which a couple of fellow writers remember from those halcyon days - before they were even published authors. They know who they are and they rock; I love it when I've written something that stays in someone's mind. It makes me feel like I've done something a bit special.
Which is what it's all about really.
So... the made-up word for today is Trepicitement... which, as you can probably work out is a healthy mix of trepidation and excitement. Because today is the day that the book known as 'DOUBLE HISTORY' landed in the in-box of the Agent who's been showing a keen interest in it since March. I've been editing and redrafting and cutting and pasting and learning how to kill "darlings" (a masochistic but impressive feat) and last night I finally, finally decided That Was It. Enough now. If I picked and poked any more, there'd be holes and dropped stitches and all manner of other analogies cropping up and making mincemeat of the whole thing. I didn't want to lose the plot altogether, now did I?
And so I did what my Dad always told me to do. I slept on it. Not literally you understand, otherwise I'd have woken up with "2GB" impressed across my cheek and that would never do. There's no amount of L'Oreal that's going to fill a crevice that big, no matter how much I think I'm Worth It.
So, lucky for me, I got two responses. One saying thanks she'd be in touch when she's read it - and no worries about the typo.
Oh, did I mention that this nice Agent person also sent me an e-mail last week telling me she'd "love to read anything you've written". That's me! That's *love*. That's anything I've written! WHOOOOOOOP!
And breathe.