as I spend my morning laboriously writing separate envelopes and filling out forms to enter a regional library competition (with stories that arrived back home, rejected, yesterday), I wonder whether there is any point at all. you can bet Peter Carey ain't filling out his own forms. hell, he probably doesn't even have to enter regional library competitions at all, now that he's got a Booker prize and all.

sigh.

I might just get out the scissors and paste and do me a new BlueBug. at least that's something you can hold in your hand.