February: the month of lovers.
Even the foxes are keening.
But for Nana, St. Valentine’s Day came and went with ne’er so much as a card.
And still the invitation to the second round workshop of the Afterlife of Heritage Research to Public initiative gathered dust on the mantelpiece.
Unlike many of the more graceful belles, yours truly has no pedigree in the arts and cultural heritage sector; no friends in high (or even low) places to return overdue favours; no advantage reflecting from the looking glass.
Lacking white mice, Nana turned to the keyboard. She wrote a proposal. Then realised there should perhaps be two (to indicate range and to demonstrate a willingness to be flexible). Or perhaps three would be better……..
But then how to compose a love letter when you don’t know who you’re writing to?
Nana got digital and started internet dating- scouring websites for a potential match.
It took two days of procrastinating, some nail-biting, quite a lot of chocolate, and a little encouragement from Jenna Carine Ashton before Nana could press SEND. After all, what would happen if they refused?
Nothing terrible happened.
And they refused politely and sweetly, and with some very helpful recommendations of others whose dance cards might not already be so full.
Nana reflected. Ah yes, what was it most of us had failed to include when we practised this at the workshop? Oops.
Rewrite #1 (including the crucial ‘What’s in it for you?’ section). SEND.
Rewrite #2 (including more potential strands). SEND.
Rewrite #3 (reducing the material requirements). SEND.
And then it happened. THE AMAZING THING. Our interests match, we’re looking for the same things, we’re talking the same talk, the timing is perfect, we’ve met face-to-face and we like each other….
Nana, book your train. For on Thursday you SHALL go to the Ball, and you shall dance….
….with the Royal West of England Academy!