I can’t help it, I know I’m fooling myself into thinking Imagine This will be shortlisted for the various prizes I’ve entered it for.  Friends ask, ‘when is the shortlist going to be announced?’ I don’t have the heart to tell them I don’t stand a chance.  I know it’s selfish of me, but I’ve renewed my faith in the Almighty again. I’m one of those people who only seems to find God when they’re in trouble and discards him when everything is going well.  Every night I fervently pray for good news, but deep down in the place that knows, I know it’s hopless.   Despite this despondency, a tiny corner of my brain won’t give up, I’m hoping for a miracle.  What is it they say, believe in miracles but don’t depend on them.

I’m daring to dream, but will this dream turn out to be a nightmare?  This is where a crystal ball will come in handy.