The thing that made me cry in the car
Friends, in the last two days, I've embodied obsessive-compulsive Refresh disorder. Refresh. Refresh Refresh. I kept refreshing (or is it "reloading"?) my web browser to see if the results had been posted for the English National Opera competition for "minioperas."
And then, at a stoplight in Plano, my phone blinged, and I did what I absolutely should not have done: I picked up my cell and glanced at the screen. My heart practically tumbled out of my throat. It was a Tweet--and all I saw was "congratulations" and "miniopera." I started doing those breathing exercises that you learn in Lamaze class (hee hee hee), tossed my phone back into my purse, and pulled the car into the first parking lot. I was also leaking tears from astonishment. And I may have shouted Oh My God several times.
A few seconds later, I opened an email from the ENO congratulating me. Holy crap. I'm a finalist. Over 500 entries, and Neil Gaiman selected mine as one of his top four. I'm still in a daze.
It's funny how one unrelated thing can happen, and suddenly you feel that the chapter you're working on sucks a little less than it did yesterday.
There were so many excellent entries, so many great scenes. So much talent. Congrats to all the finalists. And if you weren't a finalist, keep writing. Keep creating. And as Neil Gaiman (now famously) said, "Make good art"!
And then, at a stoplight in Plano, my phone blinged, and I did what I absolutely should not have done: I picked up my cell and glanced at the screen. My heart practically tumbled out of my throat. It was a Tweet--and all I saw was "congratulations" and "miniopera." I started doing those breathing exercises that you learn in Lamaze class (hee hee hee), tossed my phone back into my purse, and pulled the car into the first parking lot. I was also leaking tears from astonishment. And I may have shouted Oh My God several times.
A few seconds later, I opened an email from the ENO congratulating me. Holy crap. I'm a finalist. Over 500 entries, and Neil Gaiman selected mine as one of his top four. I'm still in a daze.
It's funny how one unrelated thing can happen, and suddenly you feel that the chapter you're working on sucks a little less than it did yesterday.
There were so many excellent entries, so many great scenes. So much talent. Congrats to all the finalists. And if you weren't a finalist, keep writing. Keep creating. And as Neil Gaiman (now famously) said, "Make good art"!
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