Author paranoia is a dreadful thing. I have been waiting for the last few weeks to hear my agent's thoughts on the first half of my new novel. Of course, during that time, I have convinced myself that
1) The new novel is absolute crap
2) Agent can't bring himself to tell me the new novel is absolute crap and is hoping I'll forget about sending it
3) Lucy Diamond is soon to be a washed-up has-been author
4) Who was I trying to kid? My career is over and I might as well give up
etc etc. Soul-destroying, or what?
BUT it turns out that due to missed emails and a malfunctioning Blackberry, my agent never received the ms in the first place, and then, when he finally read it and sent his response, his email never reached me! Bloody technology!!! It has almost driven me to a nervous breakdown of angst and misery. From now on, it's paper and a quill pen and the good old Royal Mail all the way from me. Except when I need to blog things, of course. Ahem.
Anyway, I did get his feedback last night. And...deep breath...he really likes the ms, and said all sorts of fab things about it that I'm far too modest to type up here.
So I think it's going to be a happy Christmas after all. Lucy Diamond lives to write another day!!!
29 years on, nearly there
2 hours ago