Clarion sends their regrets

March 21, 2013

Well, I got another Watermelon in the face moment today… and I’ve decided not to worry about whether the little setbacks I need to rise above are watermelons or some smaller fruit. It makes me smile to call them watermelons, so that’s what they are.

So around noon, I got an email from Clarion UCSD. They thanked me for applying, assured me that my application was reviewed carefully, and then lowered the boom. “We regret to inform you that you have not been selected for admission.”

I’m not sure if every rejected applicant gets the same form letter or if there’s truth to the idea that they tailor it slightly to indicate how close you got. Mine included the apparently reassuring (but slightly weaselly) statement: “Many excellent candidates could not be offered admission.”

So, as they suggested, I will continue to write and apply my talents. For the time being, that means more Edmo and continuing to prep the revision of “The Angel’s Charlie.” I’m almost finished the despair reading, and have actually reached the point where I ran out of plot, and desperate to reach 50k for the Night of Writing Dangerously, started writing a teaser for a sequel.

And – wow, now I’m suddenly blown away by the notion that I had already been doing this blog for four months before I started writing ‘Charlie.’ 😮

I’m looking forward to Camp Nanowrimo. Six of the regulars over at Stringing Words have finally managed to nab a cabin together, on our third try. I think I may not have much time to prepare, so I’ll just pants it more than usual!


Watermelon Determination

March 13, 2013

So, I was listening to the Storywonk Sunday podcast this morning, and Lani and Alastair opened the show by talking about something that they’d been impressed by in their latest “The Amazing Race” marathon. I’ve found what looks like a pretty good YouTube of what they were talking about: Skip ahead to around 6:40 for the good stuff:

So, we have some crazy reality show challenge where each team has to nominate one player to knock over a suit of armor with watermelons and a giant slingshot catapult. Claire was picked as the catapulter, (because she was good with horses and they thought the knights on horseback were part of the challenge, not just stage dressing,) and Brook throws herself into the role of the cheerleader. Claire’s apparently having a bit of a hard time both pulling the watermelon back far enough to launch it far enough to reach the armor, and aiming it straight…

Then something goes terribly wrong with one shot, the sling swings around to rebound one melon right back into Claire’s face, hard enough to explode it into lots of pieces.

The big thing that hits me, after watching the video for myself, was the tack that Brook took afterward. She wasn’t callous; I could tell that she cares for her friend and teammate a lot, she’s really grateful that Claire wasn’t seriously hurt and sympathetic about the pain and shock she’s going through right afterward.

But she doesn’t let up, she urges and coaxes Claire to dive right back into the race as soon as she can, because other teams have started to pass them. If Claire just lay down and wallowed in what had happened to her, their team would have been the first to get eliminated, and Claire would have regretted that. Instead, she grumbles a little, but she goes back to the catapult, nails that suit of armor on the second try, and they rush off to the checkpoint rankings or whatever, Claire yelling “I can’t feel my face!” And they make it in fourth place for that episode.

Of course, in real reality, most of us have the option to wallow for a little longer, but the idea of not letting opportunities pass us by is a good thing to keep in mind I think. I had some kind of metaphorical fruit hit me in the face yesterday, when I didn’t pass my G road test on the first try. But I’ve already booked my second test appointment, and once I can feel my face again, I’m going to go over the test paper and figure out what I have to practice over the next few weeks.

We all get hit by some kind of fruit in our lives.


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