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.
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7 comments:
Oh that sounds lovely. What did you win?
By the way I was just thinking how cool it is that you got an agent without you finishing the book! He must love it. Thanks for posting on my blog about how long it took for him to get back to you. I can relax now :o)
p.s. What's your email address? I wanna see if it's the same agent. I've got a feeling it might be :o)
ooh well done you!! Did you have to write the story at the party???
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Awwww, that's nice.
Yay!
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Hi Jude! Just popping back to wish you and your hubby a very happy Christmas. Here's to much success in 2008 :o) xx
And me just popping back, too, to say happy New Year.
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