The market I wrote the novella for is closed until late summer/early fall, but I suspect I'll try somewhere else first. I have my eye on somewhere pretty and pretty impressive. Tie balloons to your arms and float as high as you possibly can (maybe I should work on this diet thing first or I'm gonna need an actual hot air balloon to lift me) and if an editor pops a balloon don't fret, climb onto a trampoline and you'll bounce right back up again.
In other news, I found out today that my senior school has been knocked down. :( In its honour, I'll post two pictures of me (gasp, horror) from my school days...
I'm the second one along from the left (or is that right)... I'm the one holding the book.
I've only had my hair cut short once in my life and this was it. Freaky.
I wonder what we're reading. I wonder if it's something I've written. (Yeah, right)
Ooh, me all grown up... Or so I thought.
True fact: I still look like this*
Goodbye Sacred Heart building. Does this mean I'm getting old now? Or is there no getting about it...?
*in this photo.