Last year I entered a novel, Macaulay Station, in the JIM HAMILTON UNPUBLISHED MANUSCRIPT AWARD for the Fellowship of Australian Writers National Literary Awards.
I received a commendation.
“Of the highly commended entries: Macaulay Station – some fine writing
and a terrific ending save. A tale of inner urban angst from an essentially crapulous world view.”
It encouraged me to return to the manuscript, which I’d shelved but have now completed. It is a satire of middle-aged men’s insecurities.
I’ll soon try to find a publisher.