I submitted my application for the Women Writing workshop at the Collegeville Institute. Eek. I guess if I ever want to be noticed or published, I need to get used to submitting my work for acceptance/rejection. Knowing me, it will never get easier and I will likely be a bit anxious every time.
I called my grammy a few times over the last few weeks to get some more details for her part of the story I submitted. I selected a chapter from my in-progress book April Showers called “The Dead Chicken Chapter.” It’s about a chicken. That died. And some other stuff, too. Because symbolism.
Now it’s time to wait… I am not good at waiting.