Was today real?

I met Caitlin Moran. I almost cried. She signed my journal, she gave me a big, real hug and was wonderful. Then I met Grace Dent. She was amazing. She signed my journal. I cannot believe it actually happened.

I love those two women so much. Molly and I sat in a Chapel, with her family, listening to Grace Dent be interviewed for an hour. We were sat tinglingly close to Caitlin Moran, I had to fight my neck the whole time to stop myself from turning around and staring.
Through reading and listening to these women I am more convinced than ever that you needn't be Privately Educated or offensively well spoken in order to write. There is a place for women to speak openly, candidly and to do it in a humorous way too. That is exactly what I want to do. To be a columnist, a writer, to tell people loudly what I think and want to do is a dream for me. I cannot wait to graduate and have the time to read and write and push myself onwards into something amazing. I know that very few people make it to a large audience and that you need something special, but I am utterly convinced that I am willing to try.

I stared at this page in my journal a for a little while before getting into bed. There are pictures....somewhere.

Also, all of this took place in Laugharne which is too beautiful for words.
And there was wine.