Today I saw an ad in the paper for the Ashton Wyllie Charitable Trust Unpublished Manuscript Award. Ten thousand dollars. Manuscripts of no less than twenty thousand words to be submitted no later than 31st March. Has to be, like, kind of spiritual stuff. No problemo. That leaves six weeks. Three pages a day.
What the hell does (sic) mean?
Did I say I woke up with no teeth? Well, I got seven! And two plates. Mum saved every tooth she could!