Friday, August 24, 2007
I've long since forgotten when the writing competition announces its winner, but it seems like history now. The book is in a decent state at last. If only I was. I have a synopsis and sample chapter on my desk but no inclination to send them to the agent I'd hoped might look at them. It all seems pointless, although saying that, I think the book is just getting better and better. It's just that it's become painfully obvious that this is never going to pay the rent or the utility bills, which have all shot up this year. I'm broke. I'm sick of being broke and let's face it, no one is interested in books by writers.
This summer has been horribly busy and stressful. Working in the shop - with all the appalling crap 'customers' throw at you - has really taken its toll. I write letters to people and tear them up, I'm chucking away all the art I've done, I see no point in seeing anyone. I'm only writing this because no one will read it.
But I've done some good stuff too, and will hopefully be seeing Bagas Degol and Pendans on Monday and maybe even Rosie and the Goldbug later in the month. Now there's a band that's going to be big.
This summer has been horribly busy and stressful. Working in the shop - with all the appalling crap 'customers' throw at you - has really taken its toll. I write letters to people and tear them up, I'm chucking away all the art I've done, I see no point in seeing anyone. I'm only writing this because no one will read it.
But I've done some good stuff too, and will hopefully be seeing Bagas Degol and Pendans on Monday and maybe even Rosie and the Goldbug later in the month. Now there's a band that's going to be big.
