So I fired up the laptop, and there was this email addressed to me from The London Magazine. Now, six weeks ago, I entered a short story competition of theirs. Could this be details of their short list? Could it mean that I was in with a chance? Visions of success – not bikers speeding to my door with book contracts exactly, but perhaps the possibility of my story being published in a classy magazine – dimmed my vision.
My trembling hand reached for the mouse and clicked. The London Magazine were inviting me to take out an annual subscription…
I know my fellow writers will feel for me.
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This fellow writer has a catch in her throat. There must be a word for that moment when tender hope is shriveled by the cold wind of email.
Which of us had this experience, though? Tag, tag!