I meant to keep this blog all shiny publishing news. Unfortunately, I don't seem to have any at the moment. Instead, some of the random faffing that goes into writing...
I spent yesterday editing a story. Till my eyes were bleeding. Then I fuckin dreamed about it, woke up shouting 'Peacocks!'
Right here, right now, a resolution:
No historical, not ever again. For somebody as anal as me about the details, it's a nightmare. Boyf looked on in despair as I stayed up past midnight (why yes, that is late for me!) googling the botany of mountainous regions in Uttar Prakesh. And certainly, double never-again, historical set in foreign country/sub-continent.*
Next up I am going to write a story that involves zero research whatsoever. I expect that means memoir. Meh. Scratch that.
Damn, I hope it gets accepted.
Otherwise, did I have anything valuable and meaningful to say? Not today. I'll crawl back into my turps-scented hibernation hole then. Someone give me a shove when it's time for port and wensleydale.
*PS: I reserve the right to contradict myself and write several more historical foreign stories in future. I'm nothing if not inconsistent!