I took this photo three years ago at Portstewart, Northern Ireland. Go there if you ever have the chance. It's a glorious stretch of beach, perfect for bracing walks. The wobbly image appeals to me right now.Following a meeting last Friday, I am really glad to say that I have an agent. Jenny Savill of Andrew Nurnberg Associates gave me some fantastic feedback on my first draft manuscript and lots to think about and work with. Jenny has supplied what I'd always hoped for in an agent - strong editorial feedback and guidance. I'm flattered that she's willing to work with me on making my manuscript stronger. And now, of course, comes the second draft. I feel like a child learning how to cycle without stabilisers - wobbly! Do I have what it takes to turn in a decent second draft? Can I make my plotting come together? Is this simmering terror a good thing? Yes, if you listen to my mum. And everyone should listen to their mums - well, sometimes. It's all about challenging myself, apparently. And she's right. I need this next challenge. So it's nose to the grindstone, fear to one side, and just getting on with it. One chapter at a time. Hopefully, I'll soon be too busy to wobble anymore.
But I'm glad to say, my weekends aren't all work. Last night I cooked slow roast pork belly for my sister and her husband. Yum, yum. But the crackling could have been much better. Any tips? I am now a woman determined to find the path to good crackling. It can't be that difficult, can it?
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