Today I sent in an application for a fellowship through a local organization. That's all I'm telling you right now. I had a lot of trouble with getting this application done -- hey, it's in two days before the deadline! I got it in early, because I knew if I waited until the end, I would get too perfectionistic to even get it turned in. Here's my current line of thinking:
Chances of my getting the fellowship WITHOUT applying: 0%
Chances of my getting the fellowship IF I APPLY: >0%
Therefore, logicians, it seems that I have nothing to lose by applying, and I have most certainly at least doubled my chances of getting the fellowship. This fellowship, by the way, does not include any monetary award or stipend. It is not a grant. What it does offer, is performance opportunities and mentorship. Solid gold, people.
I sent them my Masha and the Bear recording, and some rambling on why I tell stories. Now, we wait.
In the meantime, I made spoon oil today, with which Anders and I oiled spoons (duh), cutting boards, and the play kitchen. I followed this recipe, pretty much, and it turned out well. Now, the kitchen, seen below in it's just-gifted glory three years ago, glows again. So lovely.
If you will excuse me, now, I am going to go cough some more.
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.