I’ve not written for a long time. Not that I didn’t want to, just I couldn’t. Why? You ask. Simple. I’ve been crushed. And let me tell you how, so it won’t happen to you. In September, I went, all hopeful and with stars in my eyes, to the writers conference in York. I met lovely people, with whom I’m still in touch, the workshops were great. What I was not prepared was the brutality of the one to one sessions. Not that the agents I met were purposely mean. They had ten minutes to say what they thought about your first three chapters. And they went straight to the…