... since I gave any thought to this blog - but I've just spent some time updating all the links on my work blog
The Raft Blog which made me start looking at some of my authors' blogs and then that made me start thinking about this blog and that made me start thinking about blogging. Even though I am convinced that I have nothing worth saying. Even though I'm feeling professionally credit crunched out of existence. Even though I seldom do anything other than read a slush pile largely filled with unpublishable books (although the mountain of slush does make the rare rare rare exception a jewel beyond reckoning). Even though I've spent most of the summer sending my fellow musicians out to play fabulous gigs in wonderous locations while I've stayed behind. Even though, even though ...
So I've given it some thought.
And some more thought.
And yet some more thought.
And have to admit that today I don't have a great deal to say - but what I would like to say is that I have discovered the joy of rosehips (the most delicious and delicate conserve known to humanity) and also the joy of
Daniel Ehrenhaft a writer I've only come across because he has had the huge wisdom and foresight to buy my author Helen FitzGerald's debut Young Adult novel
Amelia O'Donohue is SO not a Virgin for the North American and international markets. So he's well worth discovering.
Oh and I've had an idea for a novel I want to write (not sure if I'm still allowed to write novels now that I'm a literary agent) - but it's the very first time in a very very very long time that I've had even the tiniest urge to splurge in prose. I'm rather excited by this and, heck, I might even do it. So be warned.
