“Now is the winter of our discontent – Made glorious summer by this sun of York”;
This could also apply to things that happened to me in the past few months.
The winter of discontent started when I was told by a Writer’s Bureau tutor that I would never write a saleable story. Following this I got to be told that unless I had at least a BA, my opinions were not worth writing (Skillpages). I then entered lots of contests and got nowhere.
I stand now on the verge of being recognised as a writer in some small way. My thanks to those friends who have stood by me side through the bad times.