Friday brought with it a flood of ale and a rejection in the post.
Ah well, nil desper... nil desperan... nil des, oh sod it.

Bah.

However I didn't let it spoil my weekend in Blighty and we had a great time.
I couldn't get over how expensive it was though, Cambridge is bloody expensive.
Three quid a pint !!!
What's all that about, eh?
We were drinking Hobgoblin real ale and it was so yummy I just couldn't stop.
Now I'm broke and grasping for excuses to my wife as to why I spent so much.
:-(


So, onward ever onward, let's see if I can find another agent to spread the word according to Reg...

Stay safe and keep Mum and nobody need know that you're not a virgin anymore.

Reg :-)

Still nothing from the postman.
I wonder if they'll get in contact via email? It'd be a lot quicker.
I've been scanning my Spam file but there's nothing there.
Anyway, only time will tell.

Friday evening, (during half time for the Holland game) my wife had to take me to hospital. The pain was too much, it went right along my jawline AND across my cheekbone. It was 'moider' as that guy from Hart to Hart used to say.
Anyway, they gave me a couple of painkillers and told me that if it's still hurting on Monday I should go to the dentist. Luckily it hasn't hurt all weekend so no trip to the Driller Killer for me, thank Tarby,

So, still nothing from the Agency. Good, good...

I'm going to scribble a bit more on the Frank Delaney thing now. Haven't done anything all weekend and the keys are calling me... must obey... must obey...

Tara.
Reg :-)

Well, still no answer.
Fingers crossed, eh?

How many times have I chanted that little mantra I wonder...?

I'm a bit on the poorly side at the moment. There's something wrong with my jaw or ear or cheekbone, take your pick. It started with toothache, but all along the right side of my mouth. It was a bit likehaving overly-sensitive teeth but it went right into my roots. The weird thing is, and the main reason I don't think it's classic toothache in the true form of the word, it doesn't hurt when I eat. In fact it gets better when my jaw is moving!!! (I know, I know, cue the 'your jaw never stops moving anyway so what's your problem' joke). The thing is, when it does hurt it hurts right along my jaw, on the hinge (as it were) and my cheekbone. Make of that what you will Nurse, and take your cold thick thermometer out it's starting to hurt !!!
Anyway, I've taken some Ledum and if it doesn't stop hurting by monday I'm off to the Docs for some treatment, or maybe the dentist for some drilling. I haven't made up my mind yet.

Teresa, (of THAT synopsis fame) seems to be doing alright with her American Agency.
She's had to pay for a critique, which seemed a bit steep to me but what do I know; but there's regular contact, so fingers crossed, eh? (There I go again!)

Reg :-/

Well it's off.
Now once again I hold my heart in my hands as the relentless mill wheel of destiny grinds ever onward.
Will my manuscript pass through it unscathed or will it be crushed under its remorseless tread?

Actually I'm hoping for the former of the two choices, but I'll take what comes.

Reg :-)

Still haven't heard from this guy who's meant to be translating it for me.
Now that's a bad sign.