I had a brilliant time in prison yesterday!

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.