A lovely writer held a Christmas party at her Victorian town house in Berkhamsted. She invited all her eager students, her black dog and her ginger cat. Even her rock and roll son with his funky earing came along.
They brought chocolate crispy cakes sprinkled with silver balls, cocktail sticks of cheese and lots of fizzy wine.
They talked about ghosts and books and how hard it is to stare at a blank screen, still 1000 words away from your daily word target. There was a literary quiz, which although interesting, never got played and a short story competition.
And the winner was me ME ME!
They all lived happily ever after.
Thursday, 6 December 2007
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