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Korakas or Broken Waves?

Look at me I just can’t stop today. I’ve just added the Prologue of my finished book to the ‘writing’ page of this blog. I have a list of 95 agents to send it out to and I’ve had 8 ‘No’s so far.  I’m calling them all first to check they are accepting manuscripts and in some cases this gives me the chance to explain what it is I’m sending – so if they really don’t like the sound of it I get a no then and there – tough trying to pitch it live over the phone, but not a bad discipline. One lady like the sound of it, so I sent in a sample. She read it but gave me a ‘No’ saying she ‘felt the narrative was too rapid for the characters to develop, but having said that, as always is the case in publishing, it is a matter of taste’.

 I also have a – ‘it’s not for me but , so I’ve passed it on to a colleague, give me a nudge end of Feb if she hasn’t got back to you.’ (This from an agent friend of an old author friend of mine, a tenuous link but needs must!)

A- ‘leave it with me, I’ll find the right time to pass it on.’  (This from an old friend who would rather I met the agent in mind befor sending it to her).

 The title is problematic – we have had some fun trying to come up with the title that will grab an audience (thanks to Big Sis for many of those suggestions). The title it should have is ‘Breaking Waves’ – sadly that’s taken. The blurb too is problematic – so here it is – any comments received with thanks:

 Broken Waves is a dark story about love, control and the edge of madness. Alithea was raised on fairy tales about her father, the island and her mother Anna’s fears. When Anna goes missing Alithea travels back to the island they left fifteen years before, convinced this is where her mother has gone. She becomes confused and entangled in the place, falling under the influence of a stranger, just as her mother did with her father, Korakas.

As Alithea tries to unravel the truth about her parents, Anna’s old friends seem to stand in her way, believing that her father was a controlling bully, and like many of the local men who take a foreign wife, expected Anna to behave according to his traditions. But one friend, Doug, believes that Korakas was no ordinary man. Alithea uncovers the story of Naucrate the mother of Icarus, who plunged to his death centuries before over the seas to the north. She makes connections between this dark tale and her mother’s obsessions. Finally she is faced with a choice, to give in to her own desire or to allow her mother to rest in peace on the island.

If the chickens are laying, Spring must be here

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February 1st our chickens produced their first egg – we’re not actually sure which one did it – and there is still some confusion over who is a chicken and who is not – we had some Welsummer crosses which we raised from young chicks and we also had 6 birds from Curly Boy’s school. Every year they have an incubator with eggs, to show the children how chickens hatch and grow. Last year they asked us if we would like the chicks once they had served their time in the school – so we inherited 4 brown hens and 2 white cocks. One of those cocks has been donated as a pet to a friend’s grandson and the other as it turns out, is doing very well at what cockerels should do – crowing, seeing to the girls etc. All in all we have 13 birds at the allotment now, we think 8 girls and 5 boys – could be 7 girls and 6 boys – only time will tell. We are supposed to dispatch the boys and eat them, but they are so beautiful we’re not sure we can! Not so very self-sufficient as yet. Today I went up – Wednesday being my writing day, therefore I tend to do anything but writing – just to make sure the water was ice free and see how they are doing and there were two more eggs for me. So that’s 7 since Feb 1st.

So if the chickens are laying after the long dormant Winter months, I think I should start producing too, writing that is – I shall turn my back on the laundry, the dishes, the piles of stuff to go upstairs and the piles of stuff to go downstairs, the piles of stuff to be sorted, or posted, or put away – and I shall write. I won’t even have lunch in front of the telly – which was my old habit on a Wednesday. Trouble with that is that I end up watching Loose Women and they make me shout at them – not conducive to a productive afternoon.