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 Today was one of those days when I became so excited, my “Happy Dance” almost turned into the “Pee-Pee Dance”…after the Grand Finale!

 Last month, I participated in a month-long Heath Writer’s Challenge. Every morning I would sit down before the blinking screen of my lap-top…and wonder what the hell I was doing there! Then the coffee would kick in, and I’d start to write. (At least that’s what I called it!)

 Within the first week, two things become painfully apparent. 1) I was in WAY over my head with the caliber of writers whose work I was reading every afternoon. 2) Even after 20-some years, I was STILL the class-clown! But…I signed up for it, I started it, and I WAS going to finish it, no matter how painful it was for people to read!

The worst part of the entire month (besides actually READING what I wrote) was I had just found my Muse, my groove…my Groovy Muse. (OK, now picturing a Greek chick with a gigantimous 70’s fro and platform shoes…) I had just figured out my writing style, and now I was trying desperately not to morph into something I had no business being while attempting to follow the 30 daily prompts.

The long-and-not-so-short of it was, I survived! I clung to my style, discovered a forgotten love of playing with dolls, and managed to materialize a Pink Chicken of Happiness and an Invisible Gnome. (We will NOT discuss the “Superhero” incident, involving me hiding from passing traffic in my front yard.)

 I was happy enough to have simply finished the month, picking up a few more readers and making a few new friends on my strange, coffee-fueled trip. Then, this afternoon, I received an e-mail informing me that out of the more than 1000 blogs that entered the challenge, I’d been honored with one of 15 Awards!

So what’s the first thing a gal does after narrowly averting the dance-bladder ugliness? Why, she turns to a community of Women Writers who would understand her excitement and near-euphoric giddiness! (OK, it’s my first Award. I’ll tone it down eventually…just not NOW!)

So, on behalf of everyone who’s dying to say it but may not actually be aware of that fact, I’ll finish by screaming, “Yay me!”