Two years ago my mother forwarded me an article about the Australian/Vogel Australian Award. I duly read it, thought ‘That would be nice, but it’s only two months away, perhaps next year…’, bookmarked the site, and promptly forgot about it.
This morning, mum again forwarded me this year’s article about the competition. It closes in two months, again. I do wish The Australian would start banging on about it a little earlier in the year. January would have been nice.
“But mum, it’s a literary award, and I primarily right fantasy adventure for teens and young adults,” I object. It’s a reasonably invalid excuse, but mostly I’m thinking: two months?!
“You should think seriously about it,” she replies.
Two months?! Hell’s teeth!