Today is
the winter solstice. The shortest day of the year. The marking of which is the source
of many Christmas traditions. Such as the bringing of holly, ivy and mistletoe
indoors. Such as the building of fires and feasting. Such as the making of offerings
and gifts for a fruitful second part of the year, when the days get longer and
the warmth of the sun returns.
I now
have an early Christmas present. Amongst more rejections, I got a request for
the full manuscript of my novel from a large and long-established London agency.
I’m overjoyed to have reached the next step on the road to publication. My
sample of work had interested them enough to warrant a look at the whole novel.
So I reviewed my manuscript and sent it off.
This is
an important step forward. But, of course, it doesn’t mean that my novel will
now be published. No doubt many agents request the full manuscript and then
decide that they don’t like the novel enough to take it any further. I did ask
how long it might be before I got a response. Six weeks they told me. So
fingers crossed for some good news.
However,
I still don’t have any news from my consultant. Apparently she had contacted the
surgeon who did my last operation and asked him to review the pictures from my CT
scan. But he hasn’t yet responded. So I am still in the dark about the longstanding
pain in my side.
Isn’t that just how life goes: the light is always tempered by the dark. But this time of year is all about celebrating the power of light over darkness. So I will light a candle, raise a glass of non-alcoholic mulled wine and send all good wishes to you and yours for the festive season.