Today I am going to send the Whipcracker the edited version of my first chapter. I am quite pleased with it. I have included lots more ‘show’ to balance out my ‘tell’ . This is writer code. The Whipcracker told me about it on Thursday. It’s what good writers do. I want to be a good writer. I am also sending her a list of desperate questions. Technically she’s not due to receive anything from me until the middle of March but there’s this course I’m applying for and there’s a deadine so she said she didn’t mind. If she thinks it’s alright I’ll send it to my other reader. My other reader is a teacher. He said he would show it to some of his sixth form students if I wanted. This makes me quite nervous. Seventeen year olds can be brutal. The naievty of youth and a black and white outlook on life makes them like this. I remember. I don’t think I’m ready for seventeen year olds. After I’ve sent it, I’m going to do some real work. Work than earns money. Then I’m going to check my email every hour in case The Whipcracker has responded. In between I might set myself up on Twitter. I am opening myself up to the world and it is scarey.