Everyone likes praise. Even the smallest pat on the back can give you the lift you need to ovecome the biggest hurdle. Today when I emptied the post box there was a big white envelope. Ah ha, I thought I know what that is, it’s my assignment back from the proofreading course I’ve been doing. So, safe in the knowledge that I knew what it was and fearful of the grading I put it at the back of the pile and started with the water bill which I felt would be more manageable first thing on a Saturday morning.
There is, however, only so much procrastination a girl can do (even me, the procrastination queen) so I opened it and it wasn’t my assignment at all it was a story I had submitted to the annual Mslexia short story competition. I had opted for a professional critique as well and now I knew what it was I was truly fearful.
Since writing that story I have written several more short stories, which I thought were considerably better, I have also ploughed on to the tune of over 50,000 words on a novel. I began to read the critique with a heavy heart. But it was good, it was very good, she thought a publisher might be interested in a collection of stories along the same lines. In short, she did not think I was utter rubbish.
That made me very, very happy.