A work in progres...9

Hot. Too hot to write too hot to work. I don't seem to have achieved much this week. I have been making lots of notes and revising along with researching on the internet, but do not feel as though the novel's progressed. I have another week of being busy at work, afer which I should be able to devote more time to the novel. Still not heard anything from the agent, which is also a niggle, I'm trying not to think about it, but I can't help it. Everyday I pass his office on the bus on my way to work and imagine my manuscript slowly making its way up the slush pile. It's probably still at the bottom - he's probably on holiday at his villa in France, leaving me sweating for the rest of the summer.