Saturday, June 12, 2010
I wasn't nervous about the NCAR Fellowship until LJ, my writing partner, advised me to be quiet because all these people are smarter than me. And she's my best friend. NOW I'm nervous. At least this year I don't have to shop, cook, clean and drive the van. I don't have to share a room with a woman who snores louder than my husband. I don't have to live in squallor and I can drink wine at night while apparently listening to people who are smarter than me. I will have the voices of Mike Kenyon and Jon Rubinstein rumbling around in my mind - yelling facts and figures at me about climate change. My husband thinks I should only apply for fellowships in places he'd like to go, like Italy.