Just been awarded a second Daily Deviation!

Hello everyone,

I am completely overwhelmed. I have been working really hard full-time in a bookshop for the last few months, and whilst I haven't stopped writing, I haven't given it my full attention. Life has gotten in the way. And then I wake up this morning to discover that my short story "Who's At The Window?" has been awarded a Daily Deviation!

I am completely over the moon. It's easy to lose motivation with writing, but receiving such a brilliant accolade really pushes me to carry on writing. I have a massively supportive family and lots of encouraging friends too that would love to see me realise my dream of writing my first novel in the near future. Receiving this award has reminded me just how important writing is to me.

I want to thank everyone for their wonderful feedback and comments. And say hello to my new watchers too! Here is a link to the winning story if you're interested:
Who's At The Window?'Tiptoe, through the window, by the window, that is where I'll be'
                                                                                                                                                         

The first story I wrote which won a Daily Deviation is here too if you would like to read it:
Mr SnideyMr Snidey slowly lowered himself into his worn old armchair, the seat indented to fit his shape, for so long had he occupied it. His knees creaked like ancient tree trunks as he descended. As he settled himself down, he spread his arms against the armrests luxuriously, much like a king would on a grand throne. Every movement he made appeared to occur in slow motion, his body no longer able to deal with life at what most people would describe as normal speed.
He slowly removed his brown slippers and lifted his legs to rest on the footstool before him. Getting up to turn on the television was an arduous task for Mr Snidey, and he tired easily. He exhaled deeply, and closed his eyes briefly, savouring the calming few moments when his aged muscles began to relax.
His face was deeply wrinkled; marking the many years he had inhabited this Earth. His skin was yellowed with age, much like the pages of a worn book, and was scattered haphazardly with liver spots. His pale eyes radiated kindness;

Thank you everyone once again I'm sure I will have a brand new story up before long.