Guess what it's doing here? Not much of a contest really because, of course, it's raining. How can the sky cry so much? Everything is sodden, rooms feel chilled and cold, the light is a watery ( haha) grey, leaves are rotting in puddles and moss and lichens are mottling the roof slates like a blush.

Gloom.

And more gloom- I have been rejected...wah wah....blub. Well I know as a writer one has to expect this- grow a thick skin and keep on plodding. But what to do? This years entries for this new writers competition were apparently exceptionally high, good quality...what was wrong with mine then? It got me a 2.1 on a uni creative writing course. Was it boring? was the subject not arresting enough? It was about a young Cuban girl caught thieving. Previous feedback from many sources was very good. How come therefore the others were better? And what is better? How do you define writing as better? Is it just what is fashionable? Oh gloom. I am going to curl up and have a Good Sulk. Despite my scriptwriting first.