Wednesday, August 23, 2006

 
if you wanted a demonstration of the pure looniness of my life, and the difficulties I have being a Person as well as a Mother, you couldn't do better than this afternoon, when I opened an email telling me I'd won a writing competition I entered. A. had been getting into the toilet training today, and chose that very moment to inform me he'd just pooed in his special "reward" Wiggles undies. unlike a nappy poo, an undies poo can't be left for a second. so I dealt with the matter and raced back to the PC Apple! to try to find the citation on the awarding organisation's Web site (no, they didn't email it to me). A. then decided he needed "Wiggles on the 'puter" immediately. of course the second computer wasn't working. so I surfed between the multicoloured four and the awards site, desperately trying to find the nice things the judge said about my story, and whether there was a prize (there was: $400. nice. not as much as I've spent entering competitions in the last two years, but nice.

meanwhile, another comp decided not to give me a prize, but to ask if they could use a story in their anthology. I said yes, reluctantly; it's quite a good story and I'd prefer it went into a frankly better mag that I also submitted it too. but I figure if the one I like better takes it, they don't have to know about the small suburban publication. which is why this blog is here, not on my writing site...

Comments:
CONGRATULATIONS! It is fantastic that you have won a prize with your writing. I am chickenshit to even enter my writing or let people even read it and so I'm insanely jealous to see people submitting things, getting them published, winning things... etc. That rocks.

Better than poop in underoos. Anyday. ;)
 
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