You know sometimes how life just goes along? My life, or rather my writing life, has been doing that for months now. For years actually. It's been a case of just hanging on in there, dealing with, and persevering in spite of, rejection after rejection, ignored submissions and lack of success.
But suddenly it's perked up.
I have a new website to write for - and that means getting paid! Yay! I know being paid isn't necessarily a mark of success but it doesn't half help your self-esteem.
A photographer I contacted about a possible book collaboration has got back to me and is very enthusiastic; we're meeting to discuss it next week.
A non-fiction manuscript I submitted to a publisher is being considered: they emailed me to tell me so and when you're used to not getting a reply at all that's almost as good as a 6 figure advance. (I'm easily pleased.)
And I had a brilliant time in the prison yesterday! I met with three inmates and we're going to be working on some pieces for the Christmas carol service. They were so enthusiastic and up for it, it was just amazing. I feel really privileged to have the opportunity.
And last night at Zac's there were some interesting thoughts on developing the community there, and that's great too! And Ros and I spent the latter part of the evening avoiding talking to each other and saying goodbye. At last, when it was very late, I said, 'I'm going now, goodbye.' We hugged and then went back to pretending it wasn't happening. So that's all right then.
Tra la la.