So…

I wasn’t shortlisted and I didn’t win the TAG Hungerford Award. Yes, it stung a little at first, but the disappointment pretty quickly gave way to optimism. As is my mantra: onwards and upwards; school work to finish, short stories to write, little (and big!) boys to cuddle. Let’s face it, I wouldn’t be a REAL writer if I didn’t experience the painful pangs of rejection. I’ve never had my heart broken by a man (lucky me you say?!), so this kind of thing is probably the closest I’ll get to understanding that kind of angst.

The angst couldn’t possibly prevail though; not when I have the love and support of so many friends and family members. I didn’t cry when I didn’t win, but I did tear up a little when a friend texted: ‘You have made your friends and family proud.’ I damn outright cried when my 6 year old son, Thom, ran into my room the morning after the award ceremony and told me: ‘Great try Mum!’  He had made me a ‘Good Try’ necklace too. Thom had already claimed $10 from the $12 000 prize and I thought his six year old self might be more preoccupied with the fiscal loss than my feelings. His developing empathy is more wonderful than any career high could ever be.

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Justin was a great support. I may have squeezed his hand harder than I did during labour!

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How could one NOT be happy when their beloved provides a bouquet like this?!

 

 

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