Fatty and the Physicist

Thank you for the opportunity to consider your manuscript. It will now be reviewed for our program, a process we endeavour to complete within 12 weeks.   Two sentences which conjure up excitement, longing and dread all in one. Excitement because I finally took the plunge and submitted my very first manuscript. Longing because I now have to wait a very long 12 weeks for any information and dread because what if I am as terrible as my self-doubt thinks I am and it will be confirmed with rejection? About 3 years ago I was very fortunate to meet a creative and talented soul who had a passion for art. Just being around her re-sparked my love for writing and encouraged me to harness my creative side. I decided to do something constructive and attended a small writing workshop at the Katharine Susannah Prichard Writers Centre. The workshop was conducted by the amazing Norman Jorgensen and he shared with us his journey and the harsh realities of the writing world. My excitement of actually

This is the year, the year I step back from things I feel obliged to do and focus on the things I love and want to do. I've either concentrated on my diet or my fitness, my family or my creative side, but I have never really concentrated on all four at once. It's as if I can only do one to the exclusion of all others. Time to stop reading and start doing! So, I could be a healthy, illiterate bitch, who couldn't run out of sight on a dark night or I could be the ultimate attentive 1950's domestic goddess who drinks like a fish, whilst shovelling doughnuts into her gob, with a backside that could eclipse the sun.  Of course adding a full-time job into the mix does add pressure to prioritisation. This year, however, I am endeavouring to provide some equality to all aspects of my life and to nurture the ones that have been neglected for some time now, such as my writing. But first breakfast, there is always time for breakfast... ...and an inspir