Crackie O’Cain was a know-it-all,
with a sniff upper lip,
yet her left hand knew not
what her right hand did;
when she fused
Personality #1 & Personality #2,
(a.k.a. Thingy #1 & Thingy #2),
she lost her ambidexterity,
becoming one-sided, yet torn in twain.
Though I was disappointed that summer classes weren’t available in my degree program, it’s still been a pretty great summer. I still accomplished a lot, and used some of my time somewhat wisely. The list below pretty much sums up the season for me (so far):
- Binge watched the entire series of “Medium” on Netflix (I’d missed the last season, so I started with it, and worked my way back). It’s where I got the idea of including a little note in my child’s lunch (as soon as she’s old enough to read them).
- Participated in the Writer’s Digest “Poem-a-Day” challenge for the month of April.
- Made my first live television appearance on “The Daily Brew” with my friend, Mandy, who also participated in the challenge.
- Writing my third Harlequin novel (the first two haven’t been picked up yet) for the “So You Think You Can Write” contest.
- Mastered mouse-moving dexterity with my left hand (no more carpal tunnel in my dominant hand).
- Became a volunteer article writer for the Gulf Coast Kid’s House.
- Enrolled in a creative writing course at the local college. I could only get into one class this semester (everything was either full, required a pre-req, or it wasn’t offered during the fall term). I used this delay as an opportunity to take a class that excites me.
- Finally accepted that I will never like bananas (unless they’re in a dessert). Same goes for sweet potatoes and avocados.
- Submitted my collection of children’s nursery rhymes, “Golden Stars and Silver Linings” to Wordsong Press.
- Learned how to have fun for fun’s sake. Not everything has to be a learning opportunity for my two-year-old daughter. Making memories and having fun is a big part of childhood. I learned from an occupational therapist that a child’s job is to do just that: Have fun.
- Became a quarter-finalist in the Mary Ballard Poetry Chapbook Prize contest for my collection of medical poetry, “Complexities”. (Final results are still pending.) Whether or not I win, I will still have completed a large body of work in a relatively short amount of time. I am determined that every piece of writing I’ve deemed good will eventually find a home. Every rejection is an opportunity to make a piece better.