The Slave of Bracelets, my story that won a writing prize, was published on 31 December. I stood outside the dairy (newsagent), almost ripping the newspaper open in impatience… where is it? where is it? and what illustration have they used? (I was more worried about that than anything else) but — ohmygoodness, there it is, my story, and there I am, with my plunging cleavage sadly cut out of the photo, but that’s alright, you can see my glittery scarf, okay, it’s not too bad, and WOW LEGS! The picture they have used is a close-up of a pair of stockinged legs and a hint of suspender belt, and the model is wearing the cutest 1930s black shoes with ribbons and those wonderful curving heels. It is gorgeous, it is PERFECT. I breathe again and walk home grinning, insanely happy.
The story is on the Sunday Star Times website — just search under my name or The Slave of Bracelets. I do love my title!
So, merry xmas, happy chanukah and happy New Year! I totally forgot about chanukah (again) —my mother sent me some candles but i don’t have a chanukiah to put them in! I keep meaning to try and find one (altho’ goodness knows where from), as I’ve been meaning to get one for the past 5 years or more. It’s only when actually need one that I remember that I have to get one – as soon as chanukah is over I forget… until next year! If it was possible to get thrown out of the Jewish club, I would be well and truly out the door. But it’s not totally my fault: as Daffyd might say, if he was from Brent Cross rather than Wales, it’s hard being the only Jewish person in the village!
