Regular readers will know that, as part of my bid to change the world, I decided to try to publish a book based on my blog.
I put together a proposal (with your help), and a few weeks ago I sent it to five literary agents.
Within a few days I'd received my first rejection.
As these things go, it was a really nice one.
The agent said that she understood the issue (and made the point that the publishing industry is awash with wine), and that she was sure there was a market for this book. But she went on to say that it was not for her, and wished me luck.
I berated myself for my ill placed optimism. Why on earth would anyone be interested in the ramblings of a middle aged lush?
I heard nothing at all from the remaining four agents and decided to forget it all and move on.
Then, yesterday, a text pinged onto my mobile.
It read: Hi SM. I love your book. Have you found an agent yet?
And so, when I get back from Cornwall, I'm meeting one of London's top literary agents. How awesome is that?!?
But now I have two big concerns:
1. If this does all come off, how on earth am I going to explain it all to family and friends?
2. What am I going to wear?
Love to you all,