It’s 8:20am and we’re at the airport waiting for our flight to Cape Town. I can’t actually believe it’s Wednesday already, I’m going to blink and it will be Sunday, the ceremony will be over and I’ll be back home wondering where the week went. I want to savour the experience but the hard taskmasters have devised such a tight schedule that everything so far has been rushed. I guess it hasn’t helped that I had a deadline today and I’ve been trying since Monday to send the document, but the Internet connection at the hotel was slow beyond belief. Every night I’ve bought credit, sat in the lobby and tried to email a 7.5MB document, but no joy, all I had managed to do is worry myself silly about missing a deadline instead of basking in CWP glory. I have no one to blame but myself, last-minute-sade is my [...]

Commonwealth Writers Prize, day 2It has been a long, long, long day and I’m dog tired and really should be in bed, but again dedicated soul that I am, I’m blogging away, because I don’t want to forget everything that happened today. I got to bed in the wee hours of the morning, 3am to be precise and was up at 8am because we had an early morning start. Not as early as tomorrow or should I say this morning, seeing as it’s already past midnight. We’ve got to be on the bus for 6am to catch our flight to Cape Town. I didn’t really get to see much of Jo’burg, what I have seen has been through a bus window on the way to the various venues. This morning’s bookshop is called Boekehuis and is in a wonderful house, with requisite garden. I think I’ve improved on my reading [...]