Covering letter?
Check.
Synopsis?
Check.
First three chapters?
Check.
Right, just gotta print it all out and send it off...
oh, wait, I've got no British stamps.
British stamps?
Code red, code Red, code red...
Damn and tarnation, now I have to wait until I get some stamps and that sucks.
You see, what really annoys me is that I'm willing to pay the postage, I'm willing to shell out for their overpriced, unreliable, thief-infested codpiece of a service, but I can't.
We're all one Europe apparently and yet if I want to send a self addressed envelope with the correct postage on it I can't.
What's all that about then, eh?
Come on you dung.brained troop of deranged Brussel babboons, GET IT SORTED !!!!

Anyway, I'll get the stamps together and send the rag off. Wish me luck.

Reg :-)

ps. By the way, this football drought is killing me. Roll on the European Cup, or whatever it's called in English. God I'm so German, it'll be sauerkraut and bratwurst for breakfast if I'm not careful...

I know it shouldn't, and I try to not let it, but every rejection I get strips a bit more out of my soul.
(sighs.)

Ah well, I've found another agency to send my MS to. They're based in Kent and they look good. I sent them an email to make sure they accept Adventure Horror manuscripts.
They're willing to take a peek so now I'm preparing the covering letter and synopsis.
Let's see where that leads us then, eh?

Nil desper..Nil Desp, ah sod it.
Let's just wait and see.

Reg :-/

PS Frank took a bit of a back seat while I was in the doldrums, (wherever those are?) but now I'm back on the trail.

Rejection.
That ever present vulture has once again ripped out my heart with its bloody beak.
The slip read,
"We are sorry to inform you of the death of your literary aspirations and dreams.
Best wishes, The Satanic Sacrifice Literary Agency".
Well, back to the drawing board...

Worked a bit on the Frank Delaney story last night. It's moving on nicely but we'll have a load to do at the end with proofreading and the likes.
My initial qualms about using the Burmese Military regime as the baddies have all but died away in light of the disgustingly callous treatment of their own people by the aforementioned idiots.
There are ships laden with food, medical supplies and clothing waiting for the word to drop off their aid. Unfortunately, the ludicrously distrustfull Burmese Generals think they're warships waiting to invade, and have refused to give permission for them to enter Burmese waters.
WTF ???!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH !!!
How can these over inflated, unashamed, despot clowns sleep with themselves at night? If there is any proof that there isn't a God, then surely we find it in the misery and deprivation that has blighted the lives of millions of Burmese people who have lived under the yolk of oppression, since the military junta siezed power in 1988.

Needless to say, I feel very passionately about such matters and it makes my blood boil to read about this atrocity.
And make no mistake, these are atrocities, these are crimes against humanity. Be it by action or inaction, the end result will be the deaths of perhaps hundreds of thousands of people; and all so the buffoons at the top can sleep soundly at night and not worry about facing an international court.

Sorry about this uncomfortable outburst, but it had to be said. I hope Frank Delaney kicks their collective butts.
Reg :-(

PS. Haven't started on Gulag yet, was too busy with Frank. Will have a go tomorrow.

Rangers lost.
Sorry Rangers.