Month: October 2014

  • Opening Lines From My Rejected Letters to Literary Agents

    Lydia had a problem. The problem was that she was dead. Imagine that you’re standing in a vast desert, with no sign of civilisation for miles. Imagine that there are dinosaurs behind you. Imagine that they’re hungry. That’s the situation Bill found himself in. Except he wasn’t imagining. He was a goblin. She was a…