First Emails to London agents

                        About three months after finishing The Buddha, The Dakini, and The Dirty Old Man, I finally got around to sending emails to literary agents in London. I'll list them here. I don't expect to get much from an email. I sent them all three chapters. Here's who I sent the emails to:

Simon Trewin

Madeleine Milburn

Peter Straus

Zoe Waldie

Marilias Avvides

Putting this on my blog might help me stick with it. I lack enthusiasm for this. I like writing.

 

Three Day Fast

                         I weighed in at nearly thirteen stone and that is one fat basturn, so I went on a three day water fast last week. Lost four pounds, but I was really keen on fasting because it's just about the only thing that stops me drinking beer in the evenings!! Anyway, I've done these fasts several times before and it's really not that difficult once you've got you mind set. That's the hard bit.

                        Any purification jump starts the meditations. On the last evening, I was sitting in this kitchen and doing vase breathing and the .... it was like previously there had been a breeze as an after effect and now it was a bit of a hurricane! This slightly freaked me out and I had to wonder whether this was really for me, or not. And did I have any choice at this stage in the game. 

                        On Thursday evening I was off the fast and thought I'd get back on the four wee cans of Bud routine instead of meditating in the evening. Towards the end of the evening, I found an email from Lama Rinchen with a ticket for flight to Brussels enclosed. We'd been talking about me going to Belgium at this time, but I thought it was a non-starter and had made other arrangements. It seemed weird to get this right then and I had to sleep on it before I replied in the affirmative. Seemed like a weird coincidence.

                        The lama asked for a copy of The Dirty Old Man book which made me smile. Nuns weren't really in the target demographic. She probably won't read it. Another friend asked to read it.

                         Apart from that, nothing is happening with the book. Yellow Kite didn't want to look at it and I haven't tried to get an agent in London yet. Trying to get an agent is worse than going to work! I really should at least try for a couple of hours a week, but ... I'll spend a wee while doing that soon.

                           I love fires. I had to cut back a buglia and had to set the branches on fire. Apart from collecting some dead leaves to spread over it, that's the end of the allotment stuff for this year. Here comes the winter!