Ahem. If I may draw your attention to the column to your right, to the list of categories.
I have a shiny new tag, for what I hope will be an interesting bunch of posts. So, what tag is that, you ask, ‘late night thoughts’? What’s so great about that?
No, no, look closer. Up one. If I could put it up there in a blinking font that shot rainbows and lasers out of your monitor, I would. But I think we are both relieved that I cannot. So I’ll give a hint: C…. CL…. CLA….
Too bad that the inaugural entry will amount to “AHHHHHAAAAEEEE!!” But in the interests of honesty, I have to report events as they happened. Those were my exact words (noises?) when I learned of my acceptance to the 2012 Clarion Writers’ Workshop at UCSD.
I was home with the little one when I found out. I stared at the subject line of the email in a daze (I’d not expected to hear anything for at least a week, because I’d been anticipating a rejection), then let out the aforementioned whoop.
The little one gave me an enthusiastic ovation then dropped her My Little Ponies to join me in twirling dance-like manoeuvre in the middle of the lounge, giggling as she wondered why her mummy had gone a bit bonkers, but going along as it meant I wasn’t paying attention to bedtimes.
But now that I am here, I can say it again: “AHHHHHAAAAEEEE, I’m going to Clarion.”
It’s still sinking in and I can’t wait.