Just when I was at my lowest ebb, the phone rang. It was a call from America. The friendly female caller told me I was a finalist in a VERY BIG WRITING CONTEST. Out of the thousands who had applied, my story had reached the final eight. She said that even if my story didn't win one of the three prizes I should know that I'm a great writer. I could've cried.
I've never been a believer in destiny or providence, but I sure as hell needed that phone call last night. The timing was almost supernatural.
Happy New Year people! May 2011 be your year!