He promised us…told us it would be here by midnight. I waited up. Sat anxiously at my laptop with all the excitement of a child watching for Santa to come down the chimney. A story. A few words was all we wanted. Something to show us that he was still out there – one of us.
I waited up until 2:00 a.m. (Midnight at the AWwYP Towers). I held my breath, shifted from one foot to the other, cleared my cache, deleted my cookies. Scratched my watch and wound my butt. Then, in one last gasp of desperation, I unzipped my file and jerked out my hard drive. But did Mac send us the promised merriment? A few funny words? The pledged comedic composition? Words that would regale Risus?
Nay, I say! Nothing, nada, nil, naught, not a single mirthful word did he forward for the Make Me Laugh Non-Competition.
But, alas, he had other priorities. More important things to do besides play with us. And, now that I think about it, I don’t blame him. Mac’s uber talented daughter, Mari, is not only a writer, she is also an artist. And she was honored last night for winning a contest with one of the most incredible compositions I’ve seen come from a young artist. Mari has a true eye for color, composition, and motion. A rendering of a child standing in a snowstorm, smiling and loving the miracle of the wind and snow swirling around her. Her painting flows as smoothly as her words in a story.
Congratulations, Mari. We love your writing when you share with us, and we especially love your art. Now, if you can help us get that BUM of a father to get his head out of the clouds and send me a story, maybe we can find a place to post it.
Help me out with that?