- Your flat smells faintly of damp socks, but your flatmate has purchased Fifa World Cup 2010 so you're willing to overlook this
- You're on the (rather long) longlist for the Frank O'Connor Prize two months before the book even comes out
- There is further evidence online that your book is not a figment of your imagination and one day soon people will be able to buy it
- Eight pm sounds like an acceptable bed-time
- Your dreams no longer involve photocopiers or teleconferencing
- It's still completely dark when you get up at 7am
- Your desk at work has been moved from the penthouse to level 1
- Your greatest earthly desire is a cup of tea
- Your handwriting is shot
- Your typing is shot
- Your eyes go blurry after an hour in front of a computer screen
- Your greatest earthly desire is a fourth cup of tea
- Your attention span is shot
- You cannot fathom working the long hours you did in April
- You've lost the ability to use an umbrella without it prolapsing
- You can't think of anything you actually want for tea, only a long list of things you don't want (chicken, chicken-fried steak, salmon, sushi, pizza, burgers, giant frozen margaritas…)
- Eight-thirty pm sounds like an acceptable bed-time
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
You go away for two weeks and suddenly:
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2 comments:
Every entry for the Frank O'Connor Prize gets long-listed! Whatever happened to the English language?
True enough the long-list isn't a huge feat... I was just surprised as I didn't know my publisher had submitted my book. Not all NZ publishers go to the expense/hassle or just plain miss the deadline.
Not sure how the fact there were 57 short story collections worthy of submission is a bad sign for the English language... Feel free to buy a copy of my book, read it and rip it to shreds (but please don't skip straight to the ripping).
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