A short post this month.
(I’m stuck into the first draft of a new story, and plotting for me is like wading through treacle wearing lead-filled wellington boots. Exhausting.)
Anyway, I’ve been reading a critical study of crime fiction from 1800 – 2000. And in the section about Agatha Christie, I came across this sentence:
‘Like some other deeply original books [her first novel], The Mysterious Affair at Styles (1920) found a publisher with some difficulty, being rejected three times.’
I had to stop and read that again to let it sink in: three times.
Only three times?
