Step One: The Enquiry Letter


So I’ve actually bitten the bullet and decided to start drafting my letter to approach agents. Its really strange, but the more I think about how much further I can push this, the more frightened I get. I suppose that’s natural right? But over the last couple of days I’ve found myself making excuses. ‘I can’t write, I need to respond to these emails.’ or ‘I can’t write, the kitchen is a wreck and smells like mackerel.’ On Sunday, when I had the entire day to myself, I managed to write a flash-fiction piece (500 words) and start on a short story. I really did just start it; I think I made it to 1,000 words of my 2,000 limit. Now… that’s crazed because that’s usually an hours work for me; ordinarily, I can just sit down and the words flow right out of me.

I feel that because those pieces were only short, the second I started I was already much closer to finishing than any other novel I’ve completed so far. That, after all, is really intimidating, because what comes after completion? Editing, assessment and critiques from others of course! I don’t think I’ve had enough experience of that yet. Obviously its never going to stop being scary, but I think I really need to push for more feedback and constructive criticism because I have to get used to it. That’s what the publishing world is like and that is how the crap gets separated from the gold. Obviously there are some things which slip through the net, but I don’t want to be classed as one of those. I want to be one of those ones who is eagerly snapped up because of the quality of writing and good story telling.

So… with all that in mind, last night I sat down and starting writing. Well… I was supposed to. What I actually did was go back upstairs, pick up the Writers’ and Artists’ Yearbook 2011 and reread some of the chapters about approaching agents, why I do or don’t want an agent and how to get one. Then I opened up Excel and began a little spreadsheet to record all of the agents I’ve approached. Then I went back through my computer archive and found all the agents I approached before I left for university. There were three clusters of them; some I approached when I was sixteen, another set at nineteen and then a further set at twenty-one.

It was fascinating reading through those with the power of hindsight on my side. Looking at the naive and child-like words its a wonder that anybody took me seriously. They did though; I have a whole folder of rejection letters upstairs. Some of them are very obviously standard template letters with my name scrawled in at the top, others were handwritten notes with a pp signature at the bottom and some were even typed letters which obviously had some work put into them and discussed points about the idea of To Be A Teenage Vampire that might be marketable and others that might not.

So… I’ve done this before. I’ve had positive responses before; not positive enough to get representation, but enough for people have looked at the work (or their secretaries have).

Anyway, after I’d done all of then, then, at last, I managed to open up a new .doc file and start writing. I started at the top of course, made sure my letter head was absolutely perfectly, that my address was changed from my last flat and that it was up to date with all my contact numbers and new email address. And the website of course. Then I had no excuse left. I had a drink in front of me, nothing else to do and a partner quietly working away on his own computer, mixing a track he intends to make a video for later on (it was lovely hearing him singing while I was working).

At this point however, there is no excuse left. I have to get on with it, so, at last I started to tap out the words. Slowly, slowly, hesitantly, with regular stops to bite my nails, retie my hair, check my watch, change the music on my media player, refer to the yearbook and so on.

I did everything in my power to avoid writing for as long as possible until there was no choice left. Now I really do understand what Graham Joyce was talking about! Procrastination is everybody’s enemy.

I have managed to write the letter, or at least a template that needs some work before I’d feel happy sending it to any sort of professional. It includes what Silk Over Razor Blades is about in brief as well as an idea of the other things I do (I like to talk about other things that make me more marketable, like the radio). And perhaps just as importantly I explained the audiences I’m writing for. Because that’s important too; one has to know the target is, otherwise every shot will just fly wide.

I’ll edit the letter today and let you know how I go. Hopefully I’ll be able to tell you I’m sending it out really soon!

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80 Post Challenge – Post 13


Describe your daily routine when you get out of bed in the morning.


Really?  You really want to know this sort of rubbish?  Well okay… it depends on whether its a weekend or a weekday.  Take today for instance; I’ll tell you how it was supposed to go and then how it did go.

generic calendar with mountains from OpenClipArtI was supposed to get up at 7am. I was supposed to come downstairs in my work out gear and put on the Wii fit, burning off a good 100 calories or so before the day even begins! Then I was supposed to have my shower, come back down and do a little bit of writing before sailing off to work in a fabulous mood; energised and positive because of my bout of exercise.

Riiiight.

What I actually did was wake up ten minutes before 7am because I was busting for the loo. o.O Then I stumbled down the hallway, used it and stumbled back up again, trying to make sure that I didn’t t trip and crack my face on the floor after mis-negotiating that step down towards the bathroom (seriously, who’s idea was that?!).  Then I went all the way back into the bedroom, and removed the 7am alarm from my phone. Ha! Got back into bed turned over and slept for another hour. -_- No work out for me today!

Alarm goes off at 7.40am and I snoozed it for another ten minutes which I used to try to get my eyes open without blinding myself in the glare streaming through the window. Then, as if the universe itself had mercy on me, the sun went in.  It hasn’t come back yet by the way. But that meant, when the alarm went off again, I was pretty much awake enough to navigate the step again and get in the shower.

I like showers. I used to have baths in the mornings, but its so much quicker to have a shower. Its greener too; all that water saved.  And I feel cleaner.  It also means that when I’m dressed I can come downstairs and had even more time on the computer.

Like now for instance; I write this 750 words now because I have no other time to do so in the rest of the day; its so busy! Unless I take some time specifically out of my day to do it – which is tricky so early in the week – there is just no other time. But I like to do it! Like the exercise thing; doing it before your mind has had a chance to remember that it hates work (because it takes me away from writing), that I have an appointment with the doctor at a really daft hour of the day, followed by a rabbit food lunch and then a trip to the recording studios. Its a crazy busy day. Monday’s usually are.  So writing this now is a great way for me not only to populate the blog and provide content, but do it well, before my mind melts into a steaming pool of ‘dear god, there aren’t enough hours in the day!’

So that’s the weekdays.

Weekends are freer.  I don’t really plan anything for a Saturday morning, usually because I have a driving lesson, but there was a point when I was naturally waking up at 8am. I’d love to get back to that because, again, it helps me write and it lengthens my day. As it is at the moment, I have to force myself to get up at 10am just to be sure that I don’t waste half the day rolling back and forth under the duvet. It is on weekends that I usually come straight down to the PC; no pretence at exercise at least until I’ve checked my business email.  Particularly at the moment; I’m still talking to people from Alt Fiction and trying to put together a plan of action for the next few months.  Doing that before eating – which is the point that I usually hit Facebook – can only be a good thing insofar as avoiding distraction.

Only after I’m satisfied that my affairs are in order will have have a shower and then come back down to do the fun stuff.  Notice how I didn’t mention eating in there?  That’s because I don’t!  On the Sunday it wasn’t until my partner came downstairs, a good two hours after I first surfaced that I realised I hadn’t had any breakfast yet.  Well… by that point, its called Brunch isn’t it?

 

 

 

 

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80 Post Challenge – Post 12


What song was stuck in your head recently, and what were you doing at the time that made you think of it?


Its crazy; we’ve just finished watching Alias (my partner and I) and its been great fun. I introduced him to the show a while back because I loved it so much and wanted to share. You know… as you do. So while we were watching that (all five seasons, baby!) we talked about what we would watch next. Well, that list included Gundam Wing, The Wire, Requiem From The Darkness and a couple of other bits that I can’t remember right now.

But… because I picked Alias (I think we’re taking it in turns), he picked The Wire.

He’s not the first person to mention The Wire to me, one of my housemates used to talk about it while I was living with that wonderful group a few years back. He’d rave about it; said it was the best show ever. Since my tastes run towards anime and comedies, I wasn’t too sure I’d like it, but I figured I may as well give it a go.

Anyway… Alias is done and on Thursday, I think, we started watching The Wire. The open credits rolled up and, for the first time, I heard the theme laid over the opening montage. I quite liked it; gospel-like blues with a strong voice up front with carries the track straight the way through. Then, when it got to the chorus I realised I’d heard the song before. My partner used to sing it on guitar. I don’t think he ever performed it, but I’d normally be in the study and I’d hear his voice just singing a few lines of it. I’d always liked it and even though it was in my mind, never quite got around to finding out what it was called.

Well know I know.

Its called ‘Way Down In The Hole’ and Tom Waits wrote it. This version though, the one opening season one of The Wire was not sung by him, instead it was sung by The Five Blind Boys Of Alabama.

Its been in my head for the past four days. I’ve been singing it at work, I’ve been singing it at home, I’ve been hearing it in my dreams! Its made the way a song can just stick so firmly in your brain and not be dislodged! I’m enjoying The Wire, don’t mistake me, but its not a show I might have picked from reading the blurb at the back of the box set, nor is the song one I might have picked out to play on my media player. But I’m enjoying both and I’m dreaming of both!

The names Avon Barksdale and McNulty are stuck so firmly in my head that I’m going to have to try specifically not to spout them at work. And that song just keeps creeping into my mind while I’m not looking. If I don’t pay attention, I’m singing the opening lines;

When you walk through the garden
You gotta watch your back
Well I beg your pardon
Walk the straight and narrow track
If you walk with Jesus
He’s gonna save your soul
You gotta keep the devil
Down in the hole

All the angels sing about Jesus’ mighty sword
And they’ll shield you with their wings
And keep you close to the lord
Don’t pay heed to temptation
For his hands are so cold
You gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole

Yeah.

Brilliant track. And now, since I’m aware that The Wire has kept the same song throughout all their series, I’m really interested, but I also understand that they get someone different to sing it each time. The second season, for instance, actually is Tom Waits and then its followed up by The Neville Brothers. I’m not sure about seasons four and five, but I guess I’ll learn about those as I go. I would Google them, but that’s something of a distraction from what I’m supposed to be doing, which is talking to you.

That is it though; Way Down In The Hole, sung by The Five Blind Boys of Alabama. It has been stuck in my head for ages and will no doubt stay there until I can replace it with something new. Even the Alias theme didn’t stick in my head for that long; maybe because it has no words and I already know it from some time ago.

Hmm. Maybe its time to go listen to some Michael Jackson.

 

 

 

 

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The Most Amazing Good News…


Well, I’ve given myself a full day and a half to recover. I’ve deliberately kept away from the blog, except for the 80 Post Challenge, hoping I would be able to calm down and tell you this calmly, sensibly, professionally and coherently. We’ll see if I manage.

I came home on Wednesday. Work was its usual self, though I was irritated as hell because my back tyre is flat (again! – I only patched it the day before!) and I had to walk it back. So I was running out of time to relax before my driving lesson, I looked like a twat walking the bike with the helmet on my head that I couldn’t hold in my hand because I had another bag and so on and so on and so on.

So I get home. There’s a brown, Amazon style package on the floor and I have to kinda scoot my bike around it so I can pick it up. I’m already spitting bile about my bike, and my partner is watching me come in with the packet (I’m fairly certain he knew what it was already by the way… now that I think about it, but he wanted the reaction out of me, which is sweet). He takes the bike from me, testing the wheel and I think then we decide that I really am getting a new inner tube at the weekend.

Anyway… that’s not what this story is about. This story is about me turning over the packet and seeing ‘CreateSpace’ on the top right corner. And from that guessing immediately what it is. Everything in me stopped. I had to wait, I had to try to remember how to breathe because, even through the shock at getting the packet early I was aware that breathing is still a healthy and necessary thing to do!

So I sit down with the packet in my lap and close my hands over it. And I can’t open it. I can’t. I just sit there staring at it like a freaky weirdo, occasionally turning it over and feeling out the cellotape on the back which seals it. The tock is clicking away, counting down the minutes until my driving lesson starts and even the arrival of a cup of tea (just the way I like it; splash of milk, no sugar, bag left in) doesn’t seem to help me move. I’m just staring at it, wanting desperately to look, but, for some reason, far too scared. It was bizarre.

Finally I manage to lift a corner of the cellotape back and, once I’ve done that, I can keep going, slowly lifting it away to free the flaps of the cardboard and lift them up. It was like moving through treacle. But I finally got the flaps open and even though I can now feel the shape of the damn thing underneath the last two bends of cardboard I can’t get them open. Its like… I don’t want to look at it. What if its rubbish? What if something has printed wrong? What if, on looking on it, I find a glaring typo in my name or something stupid like that?!

When I do finally manage to lift the flap of the cover letter the first thing I can see is the barcode. Some how realising that I can see the barcode makes it even more real. Its a real product now. Then, when my driving lesson really should be starting, I finally lift the cover letter away and reveal the back cover.

Its just as I saw it on the internet. Exactly as it came out when I went through the CreateSpace website. Then, I turn it over and there… Clash Of The Animal Kings, by Ileandra Young.

He’s flapping around me taking pictures at this point, after watching me the whole time, but I don’t think I really even noticed it until afterwards. I just sat there, staring at it in my lap. My fingers kept brushing over the cover, picking out the edges, tracing the text, turning it over. I couldn’t even open the book for another three minutes. I just kept looking at my name on the cover and on the spine. Then I peeled back the front cover and it came back with that faint reluctance you always find with a brand new book, releasing that smell of clean, freshly pressed paper.

I tried not to cry, honestly. I really really did, but very soon I couldn’t even see the book because my eyes were so misty and then I had to move it so I didn’t get salty tear drops all over the cover. There are pictures of me crying holding onto this book for the first time. -_- I guess its a moment to remember isn’t it? :p

Massive tear tracks on my cheeks, blurry vision, but I get the book open, start looking through the pages, and something inside me swells up to the point that I can feel it pressing against the inside of my chest. My gaze skims down the pages, reading the words I wrote so long ago and picking out the familiar lines, phrases and characters that have been my life for the past eight months. Then I flick back to the front and I see the copyright symbol next to my name near the ISBN. And then I know its true, I know that I’ve really done it. My book is in print.

😀

Now, before you all rush off to buy the thing, this is just a proof copy. I still need to check it to be sure that it really is absolutely perfect before I let it go. But there we are… we’re almost there. As soon as I’m ready to release the book properly I’ll let you know and then, I guess, I’d better get on with creating the shop like I said I would to enable folk to buy it and other purdy things.

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80 Post Challenge – Post 11


When was your last food craving, and what did you crave?


*snerk* Anybody who knows me well with have a giggle over this one. My last craving huh? Well I’m pretty consistent on that score. Rain or shine, night or day, if I suddenly decide that there’s something in particular I want to eat, its going to be one of three things:

Steak-01I don’t care what its with, hell it doesn’t have to be with anything, but when the mood takes me, I want to sink my teeth into a thick, medium rare chunk of cow! God… I’m drooling….

 

 

McD-Apple-PieThis is normally a knee jerk reaction to having too much to drink. Though recently, I must admit, I just want one. All the time. I still haven’t had one yet. -_-

 

 

DoughnutAaah, sugary doughy treats. Be they apple filled, cream filled, or just rings dipped in icing, there are few things better than a super duper, hot off the oil doughnut. Damn. More drool.

 

 

 

 
Anyway, now that I’ve established that, let’s answer the question! Lol.

My last craving was actually for an apple pie.

My partner had come to pick me up from Derby, so this was on Saturday and I was still buzzing from the fabulous time I’d had at Alt Fiction. I’d come out of a screening of ‘Curse Of The Cat People’ and was feeling all tingly-skinned at how creepy it all was. We’d watched ‘Cat People’ before that and I was still slightly unnerved (I still want a cat though). But during the course of of ‘Cat People’ the primary male character – Oliver Reed – had enjoyed an apple pie at his local eatery.

Now… at times, particularly with food, I can be rather impressionable, but can I just say that that was not the case on Saturday. As ever, when I’m in a good mood, or suddenly hungry for no reason whatsoever, my reflex now is to say ‘can we get an apple pie?’

My partner will laugh at me and shake his head – for my own good mind you – and then tune me out when I chatter about how close the nearest Mc Donald’s actually is. In this case, it wasn’t actually that close at all and I do remember asking how he’d managed to get us all the way home without passing a single Mc Donald’s. There must be a skill in that; I didn’t think it was possible to get that far down the M1 without seeing a Mc Donald’s. Not one! No, no… it was all KFC and Burger King, both of which I just don’t like as much. Besides, they were no good; they don’t do apple pies!

So… all the way home and no pie. And still, even now… no pie!

I must admit however, if I did manage to get my hands on an apple pie every time I wanted one, I’d be the size of a house by now. So really, he IS doing me a favour. As always!

Sometimes, I think though, that its just the thought of the apple pie that makes me want it, not the actual eating of the pie. I mean, yes, they are very pleasant and yes they are incredibly tasty, but there are better foods out there, right? Some of which I can cook myself! I mean what about pancakes (which I’m still owed by the way… if you’re reading!!! :p), or jelly beans? Hell, what about steaks and doughnuts?!

Sometimes, either when my badgering has become too much, or its actually a sensible time for a treat, I do get my apple pie. Don’t ever believe for a second that I’m deprived in any way. :p Every now and then it will be a nummy apple pie that you can cook in the oven yourself and enjoy the tasty goodness without having to ingest all the fat that inevitably comes out of anything from Mc Donald’s (except – I hope! – they’re salads). I suppose they can be just as nice, but at the same time, can you really deny that its partly the naughtiness linked to the fact that its from a fast food place, that gives the thing half of the flavour?

Hell, even a Mc Donald’s salad feels naughty!

-_- You know… answering these questions is all well and good, but now all I can think about is bloody apple pie! I might need to walk into town. Hmm….

 

 

 

 

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