Someone I know was told a hospice place awaited, and she said she wasn't ready for the hopice yet. Well, I realised I wasn't ready for the hospice yet either. At my age maybe you should think about being hospice ready, not beach ready.
Anyway, I stopped drinking beer at night and went on a three day fast. Half way through it, I decided to get into the spirit of the thing and shaved all my hair off. You can tell by the photies how much one enjoys having nothing to eat for two days!!
I should have been in Belgium on a month's retreat with the wee lama ... till a week ago, but what with the hospice awaiting my friend's mother .... can't really justify going away at this time. But I don't see anyone for days at a time anyway and if I stop the beer ... I'm practically on retreat half the time anyway.
I've been sending off maybe an email a month recently concerning The Buddha, The Dakini, and The Dirty Old Man. Having stirred up no responses and nothing but apathy from emailing London agents, I decided to try overseas. This might have been just one step away from bothering the publishers of restaurant menus, but lo and behold, someone got back to me and they say they'll take a look if I send the book to them after January 3rd.
Actually getting an agent to read it, or at least to start reading it, is a bit of a triumph in itself. I don't expect that they'll want to try to flog it, and if they do, I don't expect them to succeed in that. I've told the wee lama I'll give her any money I make from it anyway. Low expectations is the way to go. And I don't have to send out any emails till the agent gets back to me. Hurrah to that! She's called Vicki Selvaggio from The Storm Literary Agency.
