Give up.

At 17.24p.m I now realise that my story is still not finished and still not good enough. It is with self loathing that I announce to me that this year I will not be entering the Asham Award. Sigh. I am rubbish. (And even whilst I am writing this in the back of my mind a wee voice continues to think that perhaps if we write more now and then go to the Post Office and ask about guaranteed next day delivery...)