2nd Place! And other news!

 

I entered and won second place in the Lakewold Poetry in the Gardens Contest! I had hopes, but not that high, so I was pleasantly surprised and amazed to gain a second-place win. Celebrations will occur officially February 3rd-5th at the Lakewold Lit Fest Poetry in the Gardens Event in Lakewood, Washington.

The event includes live readings, workshops, and open mic readings will go through the whole weekend. Writers, readers, poets, and poetry lovers are all welcome!

To find out more or get tickets to the event, go to the Poetry in the Gardens Lit Fest Page.

This Wednesday, January 18th, I'll be teaching my first class in a seven-class series called Writing Stories Weekly at Tacoma Community College. Find out more at their Continuing Education Page.

Before that, I'll be at the Creative Colloquy Open Mic night tonight at Anthem Coffee-Stadium District tonight at 7p.m. Show up, listen, and take the mic with your own writing!

Do you have any news to share? Have you been to any writing events lately? Ever won a prize in a poetry contest? Please share in the comments.

An Indoor Day

(free image, borrowed)

If you look closely at the picture you'll see the cat's disgruntled reflection in the glass. I wish I had captured my cat like this . . .she seems to think that the rain is my fault. A little drizzle doesn't bother her, but today is a full out rain kind of day, and she went from door to door asking to be let out, and looking at me when the heavy rain happened to be outside every single door . . . as if I had turned on a mega sprinkler outside every exit.

Finally, she decided to go out on our back deck and dig her claws into the doghouse a few times to ease the tension.

The rain is actually beautiful, especially when it clings to the railing in heavy drops along the edge of the deck.

My students at our homeschool co-op were awesome.
Their attitudes were perfect, my creative writers club/class wowed me again,
my writers' workshop adventure class enjoyed writing a skit together,
and my C.S. Lewis class wrote "we love you Mrs. Martinson" on the board before I came in . . .
and I loved reading their character diaries for the characters in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, one of my favorite books.

But I feeling like letting out a sigh, and cuddling up in a large pile of my grandma's old handmade quilts (nearly in tatters now), and having a huge cup of tea and calling it a day.

Why do I feel like Puddlegum instead of Reepicheep today? I'm not sure. At least I'm not having a Eustace kind of day, although my cat clearly is.

Ever have a day like that? The kind of day where the world is pretty wonderful, but instead of embracing it you feel like wrapping yourself up in a blanket with a mug of something hot and a good book?

I need to take my girls to ballet, but I am tempted to just curl up and read The Voyage of the Dawn Treader again.