The air has taken on a distinctly autumnal feel and I have taken to my bed. I'm not ill enough to be off work, but certainly not firing on all cylinders.
But beneath the covers and this subdued exterior, I am turning cartwheels. I've just heard that one of my stories has been shortlisted for the Ilkley prize. I was quite willing to believe that they'd only had sixteen entries, until an eminent friend told me that the Ilkley Lit Fest is one of the UK's largest. On hearing this, the internal cartwheels are threatening to turn into external acrobatics. But here I am, home alone, with no one to help me celebrate. Where are my family when I need them?
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A few weeks ago Lancaster library hosted a Dickens Readers Day. I nearly didn't go, but I'm very glad I did. From a choice of work...
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So exciting! Such fantastic news! Will keep everything crossed for the next month for you.
ReplyDeleteWell done Karen! Well deserved. I'm just raising a little glass in your honour.
ReplyDeleteThank you Vee. It is very exciting, but the suspense is killing me already! It's worse than waiting for a TMA.
ReplyDeleteWho was this 'eminent friend'?
ReplyDeleteYou of course, William. You're always so very knowledgeable. Or at least I (almost) always believe what you say.
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