May be in the Final of the Shorty Awards

Exhausted.  Three hours sleep last night.  I don't envy the politicians campaigning for votes for the next few months; it's only been a few weeks for me and I'm less animated than a non-possessed ventriloquist's dummy without its ventriloquist.

It looks as if I made it through to the final.  It will take them a couple of days to judge, so I may still have missed out.  If anyone ever nominates me for another award of this kind I'm not getting involved.  End of.  The foot is going down; it has hit the floor; the foot is down.  I have put my foot down.  No more contests.

Must sleep, then write, then sleep, then repeat until book is finished.

Goodnight,

Rebecca
blog.rebeccawoodhead.com

May be in the Final of the Shorty Awards