The Deixis Press Weekly - Issue #14

I completely failed to tell you two weeks ago that last week was my children’s half term, so I was on a kind of enforced holiday too. Granted, they spent half the time with their grandparents, but I spent that half doing all the other administrative stuff that can’t/wont get done while they are here. Life is marginally (MARGINALLY) more in control now. Sorry about that; I won’t go AWOL again.

The week of 21-25 June

Let’s keep it short and simple. I’m still reading and assessing manuscripts. I have a notepad next to me that has some scribbles, doodles, and just the words “murder?” and “March” with no context. That’s how it’s all going. So look out next March, I guess.

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I’ve had plenty of good news and one tiny spot of bad news this week, but I can’t really expound on anything yet (maybe next week). As it stands, it looks like I’ll be publishing the work of two amazing women (and that’s before the submissions reading process has ended–there will be more news on this front).

I’ve also sent out several review copies of SRBS and Workshop, both nationally and internationally (all together now: ooOOooh!). I’m waiting for hardback proofs to arrive; once they do I’ll be able to place a bulk order for hardbacks, and Siôn and Simon will finally see their books in the flesh. I know it will be as monumental for them as it will for me.

I’ve also got Adam Saint’s exciting new techno-thriller, The Transfer Problem, into my proofreader’s hot little hands. The Transfer Problem is the kind of book that starts fast and speeds up–my heart was racing about halfway through my own first read–and even though it’s speculative/sci-fi in nature, it doesn’t feel too far off being very possible. I can’t wait to get it out into the world where it belongs. No date on this one yet, but I’m hoping to shorten my timescales a little more than I did with SRBS and Workshop.

This is all a little more elided than usual, and I do apologize. I am not sure what life would be like if it did not involve managing complicated home stuff and the convoluted activities of two small children while also learning how to run a business on my own. How would I even know I was alive if I did not have a constant stream of adrenaline coursing through my body? What even is “remembering to eat”? Why does my watch keep telling me to breathe? I’ll breathe when I’m dead, Apple.

Yours,

Angel