The result of the Fish Publishing Very Short Story Competition has been announced this morning, and...
I didn't win. It's another travesty. So that's 250 Euros and a trip to the West Cork Literary Festival down the drain. Although it would've cost me more than 250 Euros to get to Ireland for the book launch in June, so I'm actually richer for having failed to win this competition. You have to look on the bright side. And with 1500 entries and only 6 winners, I undoubtedly wiped the floor with 1493 of them, and finished 7th. There's no doubt about it.
In other literary news, it's now April 20th and I'm still being ignored by both the Royal Court and the Soho Theatre. The Royal Court wrote to me on January 13th, tentatively promising me a verdict within 12 weeks, while the Soho Theatre followed along 6 days later with a suggestion of 2-3 months.
I assume the fact that I haven't heard anything is because having glanced through my script once, they couldn't quite believe what they'd just read, and are having to read it again to make sure I was serious.
But the Soho letter was exactly 3 months YESTERDAY. So I ought to get off the internet - they're probably trying to call.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
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