Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
My advice from JC this week was to ‘dare to dream’ and as one deadline looms I keep those precise words close to my heart. The Northern Writers Awards are fast approaching and according to their website all entrants will be informed of their decisions by the beginning of June – well they’re certainly keeping me hanging on.
On the one hand I torture myself by thinking that if I surely was a winner I would have heard by now, I mean, you don’t keep winners dangling on a string, they will have plans to make, what to wear, childcare, etc.
On the other hand, these few days of not knowing still represent a small glimmer of hope, a chance in a thousand. So I sit with a single seed from a dandelion clock in my outstretched hand waiting for the wind to blow it into oblivion or for it to land in fertile ground and reproduce standing tall and proud with the sun shining brightly out of its distinctive yellow head. To some it may be just a weed but to others it is also a thing of beauty.