Anne, Emma, Dee & Colin,
Thanks for the commiserations, guys. In the event it was no more than a couple of glasses of wine, so my head is fine this morning. I
will put together another list of agents and go through the whole routine
again. I'm also considering whether to invest in a review by The Literary Consultancy or some such. Maybe I'm deluding myself and the thing is not publishable. Thing is, I really want to tell this particular story, that's what I find so frustrating. In fact, I'm so committed to it that I would consider self-publishing if all other options were exhausted.
I was once learning to hang glide and I had a crash. After he had established that I was not broken - unlike his glider - the instructor urged me to do another flight straight away. His reasoning was that if I thought about it for too long I'd never want to do another. So I did do another flight, straight away. The only problem with this inspiring story of fortitude is that I crashed the second flight - nearly breaking my arm - and I've never been on another hang glider since. I think there's a moral there somewhere, errm...
Tony