Well, I didn’t win the Short Fiction competition. One is supposed to be gracious in defeat but, frankly, bollocks to that. I am disappointed and In A Bad Mood. Why wouldn’t I be? My story has not been judged the best. Subjective as that always is, I would prefer my story to be considered the winner. That’s normal, right? Why don’t I ever read sulky posts by other bloggy writer people? It’s impolite maybe. I am being rude. Or unprofessional, perhaps. Ach, whatever.
I’m not so sulky that I can’t congratulate Jill Widner and the runners up, Jo Cannon and Louis Malloy though. Congratulations!
Sara Crowley 