Tee suggested that I give the agent a couple of weeks and then write to him again.
That sounds like a good idea so that's what I'll do.
I'll wait until the 12th or so and then send him a reminder. That's about two months so I don't think I'm rushing him.
My weekend was nice, apart from early shift. Earlies of Friday and Saturday and then a 40th birthday party to go to in the evening. We arrived home around three in the morning which meant I'd been on the go for twenty two and a half-ish hours. So Sunday I was pretty cream crackered, however, I soldiered on and invited a mate round for a small Barby.
More beer, more sleep deprivation.
Yesterday, on lateshift, I was living proof of life after death.
Such is life.
I'm going to take it easy for the next few days now and see what happens, writing-wise.