Planned to do some writing this weekend. Instead, I drove to Derbyshire. Bought a dog. Named him Benji.
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Planned to do some writing this weekend. Instead, I drove to Derbyshire. Bought a dog. Named him Benji.
I’m writing a book about climate change. The main character - a 16 year old boy - reads books set in the future, ones that imagine an impossible or changed or different future, ones where humanity still exists. I have him reading Dune, A Canticle for Leibowitz - any other suggestions?
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My old agent sent it out but I’ve heavily edited it. Is there a point sending it to new agents? I know I wrote it but it feels a shame for it to just vanish. Damn publishing.
It just didn’t feel right. Changed it back to a boy because I wrote this as a book to engage and connect to young boys who don’t read - make it exciting but make it about empathy and making the right choices. It is a book for boys. I think that’s okay. Anyway, I’ve no idea what to do with it now.
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That sounds like an excellent plan!
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