The best moment of today was completing and submitting an application I've been wanting to write for three weeks now.
The application was for a travel writing scholarship. The gist: you submit an essay on one of three travel topics and explain why you deserve to win; then three winners are chosen to go to the Balkans for a writing workshop with Tim Neville [kind of a big deal] and a 10-day solo adventure through either Croatia, Bosnia, Serbia, Macedonia, Kosovo, or Albania. (We had to choose our top two destinations. Can you guess what mine were?)
It's an all-expense paid trip--thus, a long shot--but I made a New Year's Resolution to submit at least one essay per month, and this was my March goal.
The reason it was such a happy moment to submit was that I literally spent 8 hours on Tuesday working on it [Tuesday --> snow day] and just as I was about to click, "Submit," I had the wherewithal to read past winners, and then I freaked out. My piece was about Greece, not surprisingly, and it had descriptions with a palpable sense of lachtara (longing), but it wasn't very engaging. The previous winners were...funny. Good writing, good details, but also funny. And it occurred to me:
I USED TO BE FUNNY.
So, I could have submitted right then and been disappointed with my entry, or I could rewrite my entire essay and hope I to do so before the March 21st deadline.
I chose the latter, and I'm proud to say I wrote something that doesn't suck! Even if it doesn't win, it's better than it was, and I'm happy with that.
Thus, a heavy burden was lifted, and I leapt out of bed and met up with Ren friends to talk about 1 Samuel because I was free! I was free! My goal was accomplished!
(But did I do my Greek homework? No. Did I finish reading the pieces for my writers group? No. Did I email blog pitches to travel magazines regarding the Global Scavenger Hunt? No. Well, okay, yes, but only one on my list of eight.)
Did you cook, though, Jenny?
I'M GLAD YOU ASKED.
By 10:00 a.m. this morning, I had already prepared my bowl of breakfast berries, made sweet potato muffins from scratch (including creating my own flour from oats), AND whipped up a fresh batch of guacamole. And then this evening I made Round 2 of Coconut Curried (/Currier) Cauliflower.
Siga siga, slowly slowly, I'm getting the hang of the cooking thing. The sweet potato muffins I made today were PHOTOGENIC, bless the heavens, but I used a different recipe than before and I liked the ugly ones better.
I'm pretty sure that says something metaphorical.
The Ugly Muffin: A story about a gritty, non-rising, health-bar looking muffin who never had its picture taken that turned out tasting better --even as uncooked batter-- than its beautiful, rising muffin step-siblings.