So I’m finally allowed to reveal that I was a runner up in Elle magazine’s annual writing competition.
I say ‘finally’ because I’ve known since October and was asked to keep shtum, which by the way, is really quite difficult when you’re really pleased and want to tell everyone.
Even though I’m a journalist by trade and therefore write for a living, I’ve never particularly shared any of my more creative work with anyone, least of all put it forward for scrutiny by a panel of judges, which has made the accolade all the more special.
But when I saw the brief – to write 500 words on ‘Relationship Goals – I knew exactly who to write about and why.
No, not the obvious – though I’m sure plenty of people did – no, I decided to write an ode to my grandfather, who by all accounts is one of the coolest people I know.
My story will be up on the Elle website sometime this month, so keep checking there and here, where I will post a link.
In the meantime, I await the arrival of my super fancy monogrammed Smythson notebook, which I have no doubt I’ll be too scared to write in for fear of ruining one of its (surely) gold-plated pages.
It’ll look pretty on the shelf though and I might just start carrying around for effect.