What Doesn’t Kill You…

… just leaves you bleeding and battered on the floor.

I guess today is just destined to be “one of those days”. No sooner had my foot started to feel better than I heard from the Acquisitions Editor at Kunati. As mentioned here, he had passed my novel, The Realm of the Hungry Ghosts, along to his associates with a recommendation. Unanimity was required, however, and, to cut a long story short, it didn’t bloody well get it.

I’m disappointed. I know it’s par for the course, and I certainly don’t hold it against the guys at Kunati, but this was a “close call”, and these are the rejections that are always the toughest to get one’s head around. Kicking something would help, but that probably isn’t wise, what with my dodgy foot an’ all.

Still, Children of the Resolution (a very different novel to Realm) is almost complete so I’ll just pin my hopes on that. I believe it to be a far more marketable novel.

Now, where have I heard that before?

(Please note: I’m not really as pissed off as I possibly sound, so I don’t need the number for the Samaritans. And anyone who thinks it might be funny to send me it anyway can just… well, try it. Go on, I dares ya 😉 )

Writing Humour When Life Isn’t Funny — or Me and My Neuroma.

Because I’m not writing this fine morning, due to a sleepless night spent “being brave” as I struggled with a neuroma in my right foot, I went on a search for more writing advice — from the horses’ mouths, so speak — and found this.

Nothing all that earth-shattering, but Garrison managed to make an ibuprofen-doped me smile, so that’s got to be good, right?