1. The Starbucks sign is up at Gare Centrale, and I see a man in a green apron. Two more sleeps until my next latté.
2. At my writers' group, I am, as so often, confidenty advancing a strong opinion. 'You should write for the Guardian,' says my friend.
3. I get a personalised rejection from a well-known agent. She says there is a lot to like about my book - a controlled tone and an ability to captivate the reader. I've had, I think, my first 'near miss', and it feels good.
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