From Tony Saint’s “I’m not even the fifth best novelist in Waverton“:
As luck would have it, I had already been invited to go to Waverton to speak about my book, a comedy based on my experiences as an immigration officer. My visit would coincide with the announcement of the shortlist of the five best novels.
Having made it on to the longlist, I would regularly log on to the competition’s website to check my progress. Sadly, I saw myself sliding down the rankings. “You were doing well, getting threes and fours out of five,” explained Gwen. “Then, someone read it who just didn’t want to know, and gave you a nought.”
(Via the black, cold assassin hearts at Bookninja.)