Boiling, turbulent, roiling waters of….well, you get the idea.
I’m entering contests.
I’ve decided that between now and the infamous 49th birthday, I’m going to enter at least 4 contests.
I’m crazy, I know.
But I do weird things for my birthdays. Hair cuts, colors, new wardrobe choices. Small psychopathic episodes. But you probably don’t want to hear about those. =)
Last year on my birthday, I decided I wanted to be a writer. I took my first class in May, entered 2 contests (you can probably still read my rantings on contests schmontests) and took more classes. And yet more classes.
In September of last year I entered yet another contest, that turned out fairly darn well. 2nd place of 824 contestants. Ya know, just in case you forgot.
I’ve entered a few small ones here in January, but I’m pulling out the big guns and leaping into the fray.
Why do I always have to do something dramatic/life changing on my birthday?
Watch out, next year for the big 5-0 it might be skydiving.