As of this week, I have an agent 🙂
I am now represented by Richard Henshaw, of the Richard Henshaw Agency.
I hope you know what you’re doing 🙂
As of this week, I have an agent 🙂
I am now represented by Richard Henshaw, of the Richard Henshaw Agency.
I hope you know what you’re doing 🙂
So Nanowrimo officially starts in 4 hours and 26 minutes.
shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shitshit shit shit shit shit shitshit shit shit shit shit shit.
See, much of my day job these past few weeks has involved getting a literary programme up and running to coincide with Nanowrimo. And I’ve done, if I may say so myself, a pretty damn good job: Juliet Marillier is coming down to give two Master Classes; Anna Jacobs and Bevan McGuiness will be presiding over a writing marathon with over 20 sponsors providing prizes and promotional material to give away; I’ve got regular write-ins happening; and if all goes to plan I’ll be announcing a new poetry competition, judged by Maureen Sexton, Â to tie in with one of our major sculpture exhibitions. All in all, it’s looking like liter-a-frikkin-palooza.
Only problem is, I’ve done sod-all preparation of my own.
I’ve never headed into a Nano with anything less than a firm idea of where I’ll be in 50K time: whether it be a project I was already 10 000 words into (Corpse-Rat King), or one involving characters I’d worked with 4 times before and a couple of thousand words of notes I’d accumulated over six years of thinking about the plot (Father Muerte & The Divine), I’ve always known exactly what was likely to happen, where I was going, and where I expected to be at the end of the month.
This time, I have a title and the opening of the first scene.
Wish me luck.
Helen Venn is one of the loveliest ladies in writing, and for a variety of reasons, one of the bravest SF people I’ve met, reasons which include being utterly willing to stand up and call bullshit on anybody in the middle of an illogical or disagreeable rant. Including me on more than once occasion. I love her combination of gentility and steel, the best example of which occurred during Clarion South when, during a patented Battersby diatribe on the difference between ‘jet fighters’ and ‘bus drivers’ she very calmly waited for a break in the action and firmly declared “I like being a bus driver.” She’s fabulous, as you can discover at her blog and the Egoboo collective, but she never set out to write SF. She began writing literary short stories and poems. Now, no matter how hard she tries, she ends up with speculative fiction.
She has placed in various competitions (most recently a finalist in the first Quarter of Writers of the Future). She attended Clarion South in 2007 and was an Emerging Writer in Residence at Tom Collins House Writers’ Centre in 2009. She is currently working on her second novel.Â