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I don't know why I've been so reluctant to blog this. Maybe because nothing's been signed yet and I don't want to jinx it. But...
Tomorrow morning I shall be talking on the telling-bone wiv a man wot wants to be my literary agent and says things like, "I've spent most of my Monday reading your book rather than doing the work I should be doing - it's a wonderful novel."
Just so's you know, like.
I bought two bottles of cheap Cava from Morrison's this evening. Haven't opened them yet, though. I told Ally one was for when I sign with an agent, and the other was for when I sign with a publisher. He said, "You do realise the second one will be opened as soon as we've finished drinking the first one?"
Well yes, OK then, and that might even be why I bought two in the first place...
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Tomorrow morning I shall be talking on the telling-bone wiv a man wot wants to be my literary agent and says things like, "I've spent most of my Monday reading your book rather than doing the work I should be doing - it's a wonderful novel."
Just so's you know, like.
I bought two bottles of cheap Cava from Morrison's this evening. Haven't opened them yet, though. I told Ally one was for when I sign with an agent, and the other was for when I sign with a publisher. He said, "You do realise the second one will be opened as soon as we've finished drinking the first one?"
Well yes, OK then, and that might even be why I bought two in the first place...
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