It was about 9:30 last night, as I sat at the computer watching VLOGS of all things while playing Flip Words that I received a phone call.

Now for starters, I don’t receive a lto of phone calls so when my phone rang and it said private caller I almost didn’t pick it up.  I thought, here is another one of these automated phone messages from companies who find my name on careerbuilder with messages such as Press 1 if you would like to be a telemarketer Press 2 if you would like to be a customer service rep Press 3 if you would like us to stop calling.

I was all prepared to Press 3 when I realized the nice sounding man on the phone mentioned poetry.  Ok, now I am actually listening and not preparing my sorry I’m not interested speech.  I had never received a phone call before in regards to my poetry.  But here I come to find out that one of my poems (one of my favorite poems) is a finalist in a poetry competition (specifics when I receive the email confirmation)!

Not only is the poem a finalist but it will be read by a well-known poet. OMG! I don’t harbor any belief that I will actually win said contest or what kind of seizure I might have if I did, but after a week of rejection and dejection that my revisions were failing me this was an unbelievable surprise.

What I wish is that I had an actual memory of how the conversation went.  I’m sure I sounded like a first class moron but then again I guess that is part of my natural charm

Outside of the phone call I did some additional revisions on the poems I want to go out this week and I printed another copy of one of my chapbooks to go out tomorrow.  I also continued working on potential weight loss memoir and revising an old essay that after the first page isn’t half bad. Oh yeah, and I am working on some fiction again. Same as with the non-fiction I’m working on a new short story from my idea list and I’m revising an old piece–well revising isn’t really what is going on because it was only 3 pages long and what I need to do is actually flesh it out and then try sending it out again.

Now if the housework would just go away I’d be golden.