A FEW days away from the closing date for votes in the MAD Blog Awards, I’d like to explain why I have been a little quiet in the last month.
I haven’t stopped writing, I promise. It’s just that since I found out I was a finalist for ‘Best New Blog’, I have also been keeping a sort of secret.
I HAVE A TOP-NOTCH LITERARY AGENT FOR MY BOOK.
In April, a rather important lady rang. A first-class, in-my-dreams literary agent lady who represents bestselling authors worldwide and who, for fifteen years, through the blizzard of rejection letters and encouraging-but-negative emails, has loitered at the back of my mind as the person I would like to represent me as an author if I had my pick.
Well, now she is.
She liked Right Royal Mother. So much so, she wanted me to write a book. It was an idea I’d wondered about too, but what structure would work? I perched on the step outside a coffee shop, balancing laptop, latte and phone, making suggestions over my thumping heart and feeling my mind meander away from snot-wipes and breastfeeding as we brainstormed.
We agreed a plan, I wrote the synopsis and I broke it to NW that I would be writing even more than normal. I signed a contract as an AUTHOR(!) and honed nearly 20,000 words between looking after the children and mainlining caffeine. I’ve mainly written between 4am and 6am, which hasn’t done my crow’s feet any good but has strangely made me incredibly chirpy.
So far, I have only told my very closest family. I wanted to be confident my writing was considered good enough for publication you see but, having just finished the first few chapters, my agent seems quite excited and is going to do her best to secure a publishing deal.
Oh, and did I mention I am also a finalist in the UK’s biggest parenting awards for ‘Best New Blog’ (vote please?) Crazy, hey?
So I KNOW this is just the first step in the long road to getting a publisher but, rather embarrassingly like they do in primary school, I have made myself a certificate for getting this far because even if I don’t win the MADs or get a deal, I feel amazing – and I’ll definitely get to wear a new dress on September 16 at the MAD Awards ceremony, so how cool is that?!
Thank you so much to EVERYONE, especially my amazing (non-Cambridge) family, brilliant Broo Doherty of the DHH Literary Agency and the blimmin’ genius blogger mates I have made for making the last few months so fab. Congratulations to everyone writing their heart out: after nearly 20 years of scribbling stories through my twenties and thirties on the tube, getting tangled in a web of cyclists as I write crossing Silicon Roundabout, between client meetings and night feeds, starting a blog is one of the best things I have ever done and I know this is the same for so many.
Sorry for being quiet and fingers crossed for a right royal rest of 2016 for everybody. Now, it’s 4.50am so I’d better keep writing.