Richard Jordan with his play 25 Down.
I'm really happy for Richard, this will make the hugest difference to his life and his career. He's 26 - an age where anything is possible and anything can happen.
And of course I'm absolutely miserable for me. But that's what I get for entering competitions. You can't always win, in fact you usually won't.
I've got so much more out of this than I thought possible.
It was the strangest feeling, waiting to hear. We three playwrights stood together with our arms around each other, huddled, shivering. Michael Gow made a gracious speech and then handed it over to Anna Bligh, who was lovely. And they announced Richard as the winner and he went to the podium and Sven and I stood there. We kept our arms around each other, hugging tightly, and we kept the grins on our faces.
Sven and I were in the losers' corner. For a moment we were isolated with only each other to hold on to (thank heavens we had each other) and then people came to give their condolences. I smiled until I thought my cheeks would crack.
I don't understand this competition thing. Winners and losers. How do you choose? What makes a winner? What could I have done differently? What more could I have done?
In the end it doesn't matter.
I'm holding with everything I have to the fact that I love this play and these characters.
I've won because they've grown and changed in the process. It's a better play and I'm a better writer and, honestly, you can't ask for more than that out of a competition.
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Dearest Katherine, I've sent you an email already with a big cyber-hug, but I just wanted to reiterate -what an incredible journey. Thank you so much for sharing your ups and downs with us. You are a winner already!
And next year we'll all go to the evening reading as well and roar even louder.
Jo Sandhu
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