Janet Hunter

Yes, and Co-op cornflakes taught us imperial to metric conversions which I still use - 'a litre of water's a pint and three-quarters' etc

#MSWL 1/2

I am looking for commercial and upmarket fiction across genres. As a working class literary agent, I am particularly interested to hear from working class voices. In books, I am particularly drawn to ...

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Ta.

'The Woman at the Steps' - telling the story of the lives and lives of a Brixham fishing family
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#Brixham #Dartmouth #Grimsby

'a number', but I'd think of that as your high 'several'

It was pushed off track. We (the marshals at Vale) pushed it.

Wishing Janet Hunter a very happy publication day 💐
A heart-wrenching historical novel of love, loss, and resilience, THE WOMAN AT THE STEPS is out now in ebook 👉 www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0F1DBB285/

Was it Copilot??

Sam sat on the one free bench, which was wet. The wind whipped down the platform taking with it the cheerful tannoy voice apologising for the inconvenience.
Sam shrugged. He had plenty of time. And if the interview went well perhaps one day he could be that voice. He crossed his fingers. #WriteCBC

Vi smelt cabbage first. Cabbage, then weed. An odd combo. Three plaster ducks flew across the wall whilst a pair of boxfresh Nikes stood below. Maybe spring greens and duck decs were hip now. By the shoes were a pile of textbooks she recognised. Ah, an OU student: contrarian to the last. #WriteCBC

Thank you! Congratulations to all of the winners and everyone who took part. I've done this for a few years now and was a bit late to join this year, but I'm so glad to see so many writers gathering here.

A figure appeared behind Ella, then many more. They lined up sheepishly and took an uneven bow. The audience clapped. Parents were in tears. Later, as one boy appeared from backstage, his mum grabbed him and held him close.
‘Best special effects ever,’ she whispered into his hair. #5ActFestiveStory

But it was too late. At once, the back and the front doors both blew open and a swirling white wind whistled through, upsetting ornaments and freezing Ella’s nose. When it had gone she saw something left behind on the rug. She bent down towards it.
‘Don’t touch him' her mum cried. #5ActFestiveStory