This weekend I went up to London to participate in the monthly writing workshop with my writing group, the T-Party. I hadn’t been to a meeting for a couple of months due to holidays (though I did e-mail in my critiques) so it was good to actually make it to a meeting. There were several new faces among the 16 people attending, and we had 2 stories to workshop. The first story was from someone who has been a member for a couple of years and has been steadily improving. His story, while in need of some rewriting, seemed to me to be something of a breakthrough. I think it will sell to a good market when he has done the rewrite; the first of his stories that I can say that about. This strikes me as proof that our process works; if you take notice of the critiques and put in the work, you will get there. The second story was from a newly-joined writer and was excellent; there wasn’t much to say about it except to suggest markets for it. I expect to hear of it being sold inside a few months. Its great that talented writers want to join us.
This morning brought the sad news of the death of literary agent Dorothy Lumley. I had met Dot a few times; she read my first novel and, though she ultimately chose not to represent it, she was very encouraging. The world is a poorer place for her passing.