I won’t post it here, but today I completed the actual fellowship essay that I’ll be sending off next week. It’s honest but not as sappy as previous drafts. I have tried to remove all trace of desperation, but the fellowship committee may still be able to sniff it out when they open the envelope. I might need to add perfume.
The chances of getting this fellowship are laughable, so it’s one of those “pick me! me! me!” letters you throw out into the wind and see what happens. I don’t want to agonize over the answer this year, so I hope I’m able to shove it into a back drawer until notifications are mailed this spring. There are so many other things I want to apply for—for the summer, and next year. I simply want something to happen. The more you try for, the more you might get, or so the theory goes. So, this year, I am going to put my name in every hat I see.
Within reason. I most definitely do not want to become the next “American Idol.”