I spent an enjoyable day at the annual writers' seminar organised by Falkirk Writers Circle and held in conjunction with the Falkirk Tryst Festival.
Each year there are four categories of competition and a separate distinguished adjudicator is invited to judge each of them. The benefit for the writers who attend is primarily the advice of the judges and the opportunity to meet with other people who like to discuss the art of writing.
We don't always agree of course. If we did then our readers would be sadly deprived of choice. There are usually a variety of roads by which we may attempt to reach our destination. Personally I have no skill in tailoring my entries to the perceived preferences of the judges. I simply choose a piece that pleases me and then hope for the best.
It was very gratifying therefore to be awarded first prize in the short story section by so distinguished a judge as Evelyn Hood. I knew that I had taken a risk with this story. Privately I had already decided that it could only be first or nowhere. It is not the sort of story that could ever figure in the minor placings.
It remains to be seen whether the story will find a publisher. Watch this space.