Robs fears were for nought, he had lots of writers, many who had won before. Luckily, there was someone there I knew who I could sit with and they were great company. I was pleased to come in third and that another member of The Writers @ Lovedean came second. But somehow during the drive home I went from happy to filled with self doubt, or is it the low after the high of the performance? Why do people find it difficult to accept positive reinforcement of our abilities? I always remember when I worked in the Ukraine, I was told 'if you want to be happy, you should just be happy.' The guy then poured me a large vodka. Maybe we in the West just think about stuff too much!