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Saturday, December 11, 2010

It's over a year since I sent a load of short stories about my childhood to 'Best of British' magazine. They accepted five for publication straight away, but as I hadn't heard from them in such a long time, I thought the rest weren't suitable.
However, I have just heard that another, which is about our trips to the local theatre including a disastrous trip to see Jack and the Beanstalk, is in this months 'Best of British Magazine' and I shall receive the small but welcome payment in January. Patience is the name of the game I guess.
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