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.