It’s only 7 am and look what’s happened. A book lover whose reviews I’ve read for ages, tracking down her selections and nodding over her assessments, read my short story. It is my first ever review, and no, it’s not for a novel, but it’s by someone whose opinions I respect and she read my work, and if this happens oh, I don’t know, a few million times, I’ll probably get used to it, but right now I can’t stop smiling…