You too, eh, Nahed?
If you've had a lousy day, it's time to go write something nice…
How about the story of a famous Hollywood producer who - on a rare visit to England - stumbles upon a discarded competition entry in the bins at the back of the offices of the London Book Fair with the words “Larry Spotter and his Unfeasibly Magical Gems, by J. K. Nahedling” and runs through the misty London streets gleefully clasping it above his head and shouting “At last, I’ve found it! I’ve found it!” etc, etc ?
It is vaguely demoralising to see a list of at least 30 writers who have been judged better than oneself. As they say in the army, however, "if you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have signed up."
I'm glad to see that the 30 finalists seem serious about writing - it would have been most galling if they were all seventeen year olds who just scribbled something down in the hope of winning!
Nigel