Agent Jane likes it!

Agent Jane emailed about an hour ago…

Dear Ruth,

I read THE PERFUME MAKER on Sunday and I think it’s much much better. You’ve made Tessa a more sympathetic character, someone the reader roots for and can empathise with and thus the whole story is much more compulsive. You evoke the period and I liked the contrasts between Paris, London and Spain etc. I think it’s ready to go to publishers now.

Whoop, whoop, relief and whoop whoop!

Editing again

So, The Perfume Maker is almost ready for Agent Jane. On check lists now. Just going through chapter numbers, final check on Tessa, the lead character…and could that possibly be it? Dare I let it be it?

Manchester After Hours

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Manchester After Hours – One Night. City Wide. Free Events.
Last night saw a flurry of free events across Manchester. Music, poetry, fashion, dance, craft, comedy.
I volunteered at ‘Physical at The Portico Library’ on Mosley Street featuring Poet and Guardian First Book Award-winner Andrew McMillan and contemporary dancer and choreographer Joshua Hubbard with some classical then more mainstream music adding another dimension to the piece. Fifteen minutes of breathtaking movement, subtle but emotional interaction between Andrew and Joshua as their stories combined. And set in the beautiful, welcoming Georgian Library.

The Portico offers further events, music and readings, so have a look at the website. Libraries are for the public to enjoy and find out about. The Portico is where I volunteer and I have come to love it for its uniqueness, its private members who help keep it going and for the wow factor when you walk through the door and look up at the beautiful glass domed ceiling, the walls of books, many waiting for restoration and the genuine welcome. It’s a working library for researchers and the interested and you can feel it. This is what makes it so special. If you want to borrow a book go to your local library or the Central Library, but if you’re looking for a different type of experience, The Portico is the place. Come and look!

Rejection

I’ve been thinking a lot about rejection this morning. A writer experiences a great deal of rejection, putting our work out there and getting back No after No, always hoping for a Yes and when that Yes comes, if it comes, then the Nos are forgotten.
We all experience rejection in life too and after a while, it can change the way we behave. We can stop telling people our dreams, how we feel, what makes us happy, applying for those jobs. We can stop giving a person hugs if they shrug us away, tell us we’re too affectionate, too needy, too not what they want us to be. So we can change the way we behave and ultimately, that changes who we are.
But rejection is part of life. Are we going to go through life becoming less and less of ourselves because that will happen if we let someone else’s rejection of us make us think there is something wrong with us, because if we were perfect, they wouldn’t reject us?

So instead, what if we change they way we view rejection?

What if we realise that there is nothing wrong with our work or who we are, what if it’s just that our work or who we are haven’t found the place it or we belong?
What if rejection is an opportunity? What if it’s a chance to explore and find the place where we do belong and with the person or people we fit with? What if rejection is the signpost to better places and people?
And what if we stop looking at ourselves as lacking but look outward instead and see how big and wide the world is and that rejection from one thing or person opens up the opportunity to explore and grow and expand and find where we, our work, our unique selves belong?