Because, you know, the song says I’ll need them … if I’m going to San Francisco and all.
So my email inbox has been the source of wicked good tidings lately.¹ ² First the news that I won the villa raffle. And then Tuesday I got the wonderful, soul-affirming news that Voices of Our Nations Arts Foundation has accepted me into one of this summer’s writing workshops!
(Let’s pause a moment while I do a dramatic re-enactment of opening my email on Tuesday. I call this piece Shock, Disbelief, Amazement, Scream of Joy, Tears of Happiness, and the Crazy Little You’ve-Gotta-Be-Kidding-me Dance …)
I’m still a bit disbelieving that this wonderful good fortune is mine. Please believe me when I say that I really never win anything. Anything. Ever. And now I have the villa win and a week of fiction writing with the gloriously talented Tananarive Due!
Now I just have to work out my budget so I can pay for it all and finish the story I’m working on so I can submit it for the workshop. Not small tasks, but definitely do-able. (So, Linda, Sarah, Audrey … this means I’ll be hanging out in your neck of the woods for a week. Can’t wait to see you!)
And of course:
(Did anyone — ever — know that Scott McKenzie was the singer of this song? You know, other than Scott himself and his friends and family? Certainly not me. Just another reason to love YouTube!)
¹ Ok, I pretty much never use “wicked” as a positive descriptor, but it seems to fit right now, given the degree of uncommonly good news that’s been flowing my way via the internet.
² Uh, yeah … until yesterday when my work email sent me the news that the Mayor has zeroed out funding for all adult literacy programming for the new fiscal year … which begins on July 1st. July 1st.