I’m waiting to hear back on my application for the MA. I thought I’d have heard one way or another by now. The postman has been and gone and all I have is a clutch of bank statements – the politicians have given up leafleting me since the election is today.

Fingers crossed I’ll hear next week. I might even get the results of my Diploma as well. Not that I’m particularly worried about that. I’m sure what I get will be fair.

I’m polishing a story of mine that has seen many incarnations. It’s going out to a market this month; no more fucking around.

I’m finding it frustrating, however. As much as I’ve improved in the past few years, I’m still not where I’d like to be. I can sense this new level of competence like a thundercloud brooding on the horizon. I know I’ll get there, eventually, but perhaps not with this story.

I’m going to set myself a deadline of next week to re-write it, and then I’m posting it. Even if it is rejected, I don’t care. It’s as good as it can be at this point in my development as a writer.

Once that’s done I’m going to re-write another story that’s completed, and send it out. Hopefully, by the end of the month. June is going to be about clearing out the old, so I can start on the new.

I’ve a lot of ideas in my head, and I want to get them down on paper (well, turn them into data on my computer).

But, first I have to nail these stories and send them out. That is important somehow.