Well, I finally recieved the e-mail from the New York Foundation for the Arts. I did not qualify for a Fellowship this year. Oddly, I’m not that disappointed. I’m not sure if that’s because I knew it was a long shot (but worth it at $7,000.00!) or because things have been going pretty well with Yahoo! Voices. (Though not nearly to the tune of $7,000.00.) Maybe I’ll be more disappointed tomorrow, or maybe I’ll just get on with writing some more.
I had a busy weekend, submitting various pieces of writing to Yahoo! Voices. My latest one just posted. It’s actually an essay that has taken me over a year to write, about the night a tiny tornado waltzed through our yard and sideswiped us. I was home alone with the baby. Funny how you run on instinct when something like that happens. I called it 27 Minutes, though maybe I should have called it The Tiny Tornado That Waltzed Through My Yard.
I started that essay about five times but never quite finished it. It’s not very long so all I can say is that my brain resisted it. I suppose that’s natural when you are writing about a traumatic experience. I still get very nervous when it storms in the evening. I’m not sure if that will ever go away. Writing is supposed to be therapeutic, and I suppose it can be, but I don’t think this has helped me that much. I think time has done the most good. Still, I’m oddly proud that I finally got it out and done. My writer’s group suggested marketing it to many different venues but I felt like I just needed to be done with it. So, there it is. Maybe some people will find it interesting.
6/12 – Okay, a little more disappointed today. Things to do though. Best to just keep moving along.
Here’s a pic from the next morning.
Carriage house roof lying on garage and my car.
Melora Johnson's Muse 