Warning: totall selfish thread.....
Back in january, in one of our local bookstores (a huge one, called FNAC), I read a brochure about a writing contest. The theme was: Little murders in Switzerland. I had never written a police story. French is not my native language. And yet I decided to go for it.
And I wrote my story. My husband proof-read, and his reaction was far from encouraging. I hesitated and sent it on the last possible day.
And guess what: today I received a letter... and among the 380 stories they received, 12 will be published. And mine is one of them.
In exactly one month, on the 29th of April at the Geneva book fair, the collection will be released.
My name will be printed somewhere.
Something I have written.
When I was a child, I wanted to be a writer and then I gave a up the idea because I thought I did not have enough talent. Now, I know this is only a six pages long story and a local contest.
But I am just totally happy today.