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Bolly? Don’t mind if I do

30/08/2009 / Ellie

On Thursday I had a further phone call from that nice literary agent to see if I’d received the client agreement in the post. I know it doesn’t mean anything yet, in the grand scheme of things, but this is indeed A Step in the Right Direction. On the way home from work I bought a bottle of bubbly to celebrate–I’d expected a real struggle to score an agent simply because so many have an entry in Writers & Artists that says “No fantasy, thanks”–and allowed it to go to my head for a little while. Continue reading

My right foot

25/08/2009 / Ellie

We’ve got history, my right foot and I. What you might call previous. GBH, ABH, assault with intent. It’s not pretty. Mostly it’s black, purple and a sort of greenish colour.

A few months ago, I was trying on some new clothes in the bedroom, and there was a discarded pair of jeans on the floor that I kept tripping over. My own stupid fault; my balance isn’t great so I should really have picked them up, but I didn’t. After one trip too many, I lost my temper and lashed out with my right foot, intending to kick them across the floor. Continue reading