She said, consumed with jealousy

Since my last giddy post about The Crappy Novel That Dare Not Speak It's Name things have gone, er, downhill. If I'm honest I could say that while the first three or four chapters are quite decent the rest is a huge pile of slush with more plot holes than plot and generally squirmingly bad. I can barely look at the thing at the moment. So that's all pretty depressing. But although my 'writing' 'career' may appear to be a pipe dream, for any other would-be writers out there The Australian/Vogel Literary Award is now accepting entries for 2008. If you don't know this is the richest award for an unpublished manuscript by a writer under the age of 35 and ol' Mr Winton is among its former winners. Anyway deadline is May 31 so if anyone has a manuscript collecting dust or reckons they can finish one off my then check the details out here and good luck.