I guess there is a reason why I ended up an editor.
A little like this
Old Filth, and all that.
This post is seven years too late. A perverse and quite irrational sense of anti-nepotism, for want of a better term, has prevented me from becoming acquainted with Jane Gardam‘s beautiful writing before this year. We are not related (sadly!); even if we were, since Gardam is Jane’s husband’s surname, I couldn’t even claim shared […]
Done
The teen flick, sorry, novel, is done. Reviewed and dusted. Not quite the horror expected. Panic review published last weekend. Will post it soon. Back to school next week. Back to schedule. Back to actual writing. Until then, back to the washing.