Twenty Four Hours at Midnight

My email service has upgraded and is throwing actual spam into the spam folder and also something rather unexpected... A reply to a novel query that I sent out in August 2007 with apologies and reasons for the late response. Despite the time inbetween, I'm a little impressed with the company. It would have been easy for them to delete old messages and just invite new submissions, but no, they're taking the time to see if the manuscripts are still available and if so they'll read the synopsis and first three chapters - assuming the synopsis doesn't suck of course. :) And why would my synopsis suck. Ahem!

Cue panic attack. First reaction was to say I've trunked the novel, which I had, but then I forced myself to open the file and remembered how much I loved the story and thought what the hell, I can take another no thanks to my super rejection busting powers (ie chocolate for brains). So I cobbled together a synopsis*, reworked the first three chapters and pressed the magic button. Now, I'm making my way through a 95,000 word manuscript (which has slimmed down to 93,672) and giving The Midnight Motel a little shine. If nothing else, it's waking up my writing genes.

*note to would-be-agented writers, never cobble together a synopsis, leave the cobbling to elves.

And here's the song that inspired the story...