Holding vigil...

So, the announcements for this year's Loft Mentor Series are coming out...or they've already come out and I didn't get in. A friend of mine found out last Tuesday that she got in in Poetry, but then Jerod (the Loft guy who calls the winners) left on vacation. Here is what I don't know:

1. If Jerod is in or out of town
2. If only the Poetry people have been called
3. If he called everyone in all categories before he left
4. If I am in or not

Last night Jodi and I were sitting at Grumpy's after class (sans Rob who actually sent an email telling us he wouldn't be able to make it...the first sign of the apocolypse) and I was talking about how the wait for this is so much worse than the wait to find out about grad school. She said, simply, "Well, you really really want this" (or something to that effect...) and she's right. I do want this more than I wanted to get into the U of M. That sounds insane, even to me, but it's true. The Mentor Series is a feather in the cap of anyone who regularly deals with the loft, and it opens up opportunities for teaching, writing groups, etc.

I haven't talked about this year's mentor yet. Last year it was a shock to get honorable mention. This year my expectations are higher, I think, than they should be. I don't know. I just like going into things without the assumption that I'll get something because of the amazing feeling if I do. Belize, Loft honorable mention, those were both total surprises.

Also, just as an aside, last year when I got my HM letter, my writing group also broke up. I pronounced that I was going to enter a celebate state with writing groups and have done so for nearly a year. I do occasionally get the desire to rejoin a group, or to form one, but this last group ended in such disappointment, I think, for all of us, and I only talk to one of the four other members, which is disheartening still.

Okay...hopefully Jerod will call today. Or soon. I haven't waited like this for a man to call me in...well...a long damn time.