Praise
These days I am doing two things. Waiting, waiting and waiting for my editors to send the manuscript back with revisions; and swimming. My US agent wrote a few weeks back that she thought the book was terrific and that my US publisher told me that I had "done a fabulous job." But put those through the mangle of American over-egging and they probably boil down to "fine." So I am still waiting to be convinced that they like it. Meanwhile
molmack took me along this week to Clissold swimming club. I was terrified. I haven't had any swimming instruction since I was 7 years old and trying desperately to swim two lengths of the Merry Hill House pool in Bushey, where I was a boarder for two years. Since then, I have swum a lot but my technique is DIY and has evolved by copying other people (the good swimmers, obviously, not the flailers). So I was very very nervous. And when Greg the trainer said to me, "good stroke. Nice high elbows," this made me far more ecstatic than "terrific" or "fabulous job." I can swim. Not like the human machine that is molmack, but still. Good stroke. Nice high elbows.
molmack took me along this week to Clissold swimming club. I was terrified. I haven't had any swimming instruction since I was 7 years old and trying desperately to swim two lengths of the Merry Hill House pool in Bushey, where I was a boarder for two years. Since then, I have swum a lot but my technique is DIY and has evolved by copying other people (the good swimmers, obviously, not the flailers). So I was very very nervous. And when Greg the trainer said to me, "good stroke. Nice high elbows," this made me far more ecstatic than "terrific" or "fabulous job." I can swim. Not like the human machine that is molmack, but still. Good stroke. Nice high elbows.