Having lost all confidence in Borrowed Time (compared to the shiny new chapters of the next book) I was gobsmacked to receive an email saying I was shortlisted for the Mslexia novel writing competition. It's clearly a mistake. There are probably two Rebecca Alexanders. On the plus side, I suppose when the idea sinks in I shall be filled with new enthusiasm for writing and anxious to try amd get myself an agent. Now, that's a terrifying idea. But the idea of coming twelfth out of 1800 entries - that, I can get my teeth into! Now I'm invited to London to meet the other writers and a few people from the publishing world. Wow. I need more chocolate.
Not to mention that I had just sent a revised three chapters off to Hookline. Now what?