On Wednesday morning I opened a letter to find a letter from the lovely people from United Press that they liked the poem I submitted in their competition 'Pastures New' and wanted my permission to publish.
Yes I squealed. I'm a writer, I have no dignity.
I didn't win the £100 prize (which would have really made my day) but I'm happy anyway, it's my first poem actually in print.
Go visit them, the competition is free to enter (but what they will do it charge you for extras, like putting your bio next to the poem, a mere 14.99 for that considerate service.)