Acorns

Okay, so the last post was a bit of a cop out, I realise.  It's all very well telling you about the latest shopping find, but that doesn't tell you anything about what I've been up to.

I could tell you about the plans to turn part of the house into self-catering holiday accommodation (Mr. P is tiling as I write).  I could tell you about the fab new WI that's being set up.  I could tell you about the green curry I've just made (only a day late for St. Patrick's day).  I could tell you about the interview that I have on Tuesday.  I could tell you about the garden which is being whipped into shape by two very nice men who are working their way through their own weight in teabags, or the bike ride I took this morning along the wetland path.

But I won't.  Instead I will tell you that I have had the best news.  I am to have a short story published.  It's just a small literary journal - not exactly the New Yorker, you understand.  But still.  Someone who knows nothing about me has read something I've written and likes it enough to want it for their magazine.  Shucks.

I almost don't want to tell anyone in case they've made a mistake.  But I have read and re-read the email and it seems that yes, they like my story very much and will be sending me along a proof to check before it goes to press.  So, there you have it.  I am a writer.  The man says so.

C.x