Wildest Dreams

Last week I travelled to London for the Romantic Novelists' Association Summer Party. It's always a special occasion, but this year was extra special, as I was in the line up for the Joan Hessayon Award, which is presented to one of the authors who have come through the RNA's famous New Writers' Scheme, and achieved publication. There were eight finalists, writing across all genres. Lovely ladies, fabulous books.
It was the realisation of almost a lifetime's dream, to stand with them, as it meant that a book I had written had made it into print. I never thought any further than that. Simply to be there.
And then the winner was announced.
And it was Never Coming Home.
Wildest dreams.
I'm still not sure I believe it.