My apologies, dear reader, if I’ve made you a little anxious. I hate to think of you chewing your fingernails, pacing the floor, wondering: Where’s Wendy’s blog? Is she still posting? Has something happened to her?… The thing is – I’m about to go on holiday. (Excited wriggling in chair!) I’ve been working like a wild woman, trying to finish everything before I go so I can just relax. I’ve heard it’s the fashionable thing to do while on holiday, and I’m not afraid to try new things.

I finished the final editorial job this afternoon. Phew! No more editing, now, until the new year. I want some “creative” time, to work on my own projects. My characters have been living in suspended animation for quite some time now. One of my readers (the twelve year old) is asking for book two and my standard reply – It’s on its way – is starting to get old.

I’m still waiting to hear from Publisher #1 (submitted in April), Publisher #2 (only two weeks to go before their acceptance time ends) and Publisher #3 (two and a half months to go). I submitted to a new agent a fortnight ago, but she hasn’t replied yet. Obviously she’s either extremely busy; is still working out how to rephrase “you stink” so that I’m not shattered, or is in hospital suffering from an attack of the screaming heebie-jeebies. (Or all the above.) I’m slow on the uptake but the message is finally getting through: writing a short email takes months and months of planning. I don’t know why I keep hoping for a quick reply. Get a grip, Noble!

So… I’m off to the Yorke Peninsula, staying in a friend’s holiday house. I plan on reading lots, sleeping lots, watching Rex the Wonder Dog frolic on a beach, and not doing any strenuous thinking whatsoever. Therefore, next week’s blog may well be late as well. I hope you can cope. Meanwhile, if you want to improve your writing: read lots of good stuff.
If you want to improve your brainpower: read lots of good stuff.
If you want to help the economy: buy some good books (and then actually read them. Books aren’t just for reaching things up on shelves, or propping a door open, you know).

Hasta la vista, baby! Adieu, mon brave! Hoo roo, mate!