One of my biggest achievements (raising children and drinking from a bottle held tight in my cleavage aside) is winning the West Lothian Young Writer of the Year competition when I was eight. My poem about pollution won me the much coveted winners shield and got me my photo in the local paper.
If you looked closely at the photo you could see I was holding the shield that should have belonged to ‘Derek Purvis Runner Up’ and he was beaming from ear to ear beside me with my shiny winners shield in his hands.
Since then, view I’ve never been as bold as to call myself a writer. I tried the word ‘writer’ out for size when I was talking to one of the mums in the school playground when we were discussing things we do outwith the 9-5 and I am quite certain a large flashing neon arrow appeared pointing at my mouth exclaiming loudly “Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire”
Blogger feels safer. And I am firmly in the camp that as a blogger, I AM a writer.
So in celebration of being a writer, I’m boldly putting myself out there for a nomination in the 2012 MAD Blog Awards and hoping some people might just feel compelled to nominate me for Best MAD Family Life Blog award and /or Best MAD Blog Writer.
The gorgeously colourful MADS AWARDS 2012 badge that you see over there on the right will take you where you need to go should you think Super Mummy merits a mention.
I’d be awfully pleased if you did.
I might even dig out the incriminating photo and post the cringe-worthy photo of my eight year old self (and Derek) here.