7 November 2003
8.45am I’ve cracked it. I’m up. The sun is shining. I’m a writer.
2pm Just having a little lie down.
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6pm Much refreshed after a little lie down. On my way to see Andrew. He should have read what I have written while I’ve been here by now. Eek!
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6.40pm He has read it and we have discussed various plot twists and turns and nuances and points of view and character development and … he said he likes it (!) He said that ‘something’ has happened to my writing over the week. (Which is not exactly true that it all happened in the week because the work he had seen before was sent in July and I’d changed lots since then). Anyway, I’m so satisfied with the week. It’s been like a huge buffet that you can keep going back to over and over again and finding more and more delights and yet you never get full, just replete… aah! Anyway, last night tonight. Everyone is doing a ‘turn’. Should be fun with such a great bunch of multi-talented people.
LATER: I haven’t laughed so much in years…
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8 November 2003
10.00am That’s it then. Over. Finished. Last night was sort of … poignant. We’ve all become close in the week and we’ve all learned a lot and gained a lot and chances are we’ll never see one another again.
Got a long drive ahead – pick up the parents – then properly home tomorrow.
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18 November 2003
Home now and the rain is lashing the window. The weather is suitably morose and the Totleigh Barton experience seems like a lifetime ago.
Have to put together a ‘submission pack’ for the agent who came to see us on the course. All the students got a letter saying he’d love to see our work! But gotta be realistic and I’m grateful to be used to rejection. Sob. But you never know this might be the one!
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Quite busy writing for Channel 4’s IDEASFACTORY website. Went to interview a really nice woman yesterday called Erica Munro. She’s getting her first book - Guilty Feet - published next year.
I’M NOT JEALOUS. I’M NOT JEALOUS. I’M NOT JEALOUS. Learned about affirmations from one of the Totleigh lot. Apparently if you keep saying the same thing over and over again it happens…. I’M 23, I’M 23, I’M 23.
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Better face the storm that is battering the house. Got to go to the bank. I’M RICH. I’M RICH. I’M RICH.
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