Friday Roundup: A Big Cry and a Celebratory Bourbon

Preparing to teach my first creative writing class at The Cabin.

Apologies: My usual "Friday Roundup" was bumped due to our preparations for Bazan Plays The Fairfield, Part III. I'm happy to say the house is finally put back together but it seems like there's too much good news to wait until this coming Friday. (Or maybe I'm just impatient).

Workin' for a livin': Professionally, I had a pair of very productive meetings last week, regarding a possible full-time writing and marketing position. The fit couldn't be better: it involves, mainly, content creation and direction, working with a small team, in a company that's growing like a blackberry bush in Oregon. That's about all I can say for now, but I'm very excited about jumping in if/when the offer is extended.

I think a celebration is in order: Personally, it was a big, big week, concerning my writerly endeavors. First, a handsome little journal called Glassworks accepted a flash fiction piece of mine to feature on their site. Two days later, I received a very unexpected voicemail from an editor in Georgia, informing me I'd won the Lamar York Prize for Fiction. It felt particularly staggering as I'd just hit the three year mark since my last published piece of fiction. To say I was overwhelmed doesn't cover it - I was superwhelmed. That night, after Siggy went to bed, I sat on the couch and had a nice cry into my celebratory bourbon.

Please excuse the dazed look in my eyes: It's been hard to digest everything over the past week. I feel like a few friends randomly decided to throw me a party, three days in a row, and I'm almost too full of good food, too dazed, too tired to eat, drink, or celebrate any more. I'm grateful, I'm appreciative, and, most importantly, I'm lucky. 

And where to go from here?: Now I need some sleep, some exercise, and to lay off the beer for awhile.