At last, I’m allowed to tell people. I won the inaugural Kathleen Grattan Award for Poetry!
I actually found out about it a week ago, but was sworn to secrecy (with words like “embargoed” and “trappist”) until the official announcement was made on Radio National yesterday afternoon.
I still can’t quite believe it. Joy, delight, amazement, gratitude, disbelief … $16,000, and The Summer King will be published by Otago University Press sometime next year. Now I just have to wade through the contract, and try to cling to the joy and avoid cringing too much when I hear what rubbish I’ve said (or been quoted as saying) in interviews … I plead temporary insanity.