Well - they always make you feel as if you are on your last legs. Don't know how long this one will last, but it seems likely I will be missing a lot of fun stuff this week. I have already missed the Kissed Off launch today - went to the doctor's instead. I haven't been this ill since the virus I got at the end of April 2009. It was in that fevered state that I wrote the first draft of the novel formerly called A Formative Year - now called The Romantic Feminist. This book - which has much to recommend it - has now been rejected by a sixth agent. I am not distraught, but I did have a feeling that that particular agent might be a good bet. Never mind. She thinks there are too many layers of introspection, and first person stuff. First person novels are very "out" at the moment - it isn't all 1st person of course - but usually the feedback I've had from agents has been unhelpful - or not the sort of thing I agree with, i.e. that I should try to write more like Jodie Picoult. In this case the critique is something that has worried me slightly too. The question is - shall I do a re-write in 1st person, remove some of the extra introspection?
I could try.
I could try.
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