This year is the first year I’ve participated in either of these contests. When I was unpublished, while still a member of Romance Writers of America, I just didn’t have the confidence to enter the Golden Heart. Which is really kind of dumb because the only way I could get that confidence was to sell my first book, thus rendering me ineligible for the GH. (Like I said, dumb).
So with last year being my first sale, and with my one and only book at the time, I entered. Tuesday night was like Christmas Eve for me. I couldn’t sleep. SO EXCITED. I finally drifted off around dawn, and then got up a couple hours later to gape at Twitter, madly refresh the RWA website, glare at anyone who touched the phone, and about have a stroke every time it rang.
I’m telling myself that this is normal behavior for a grown woman too, and that every other writer who entered–regardless of how many times they had entered–was doing the exact same thing. In my sleep-deprived yet oddly hyperactive brain, the idea kept rolling around about romance writers and Cinderella, and that metaphor appealed to me yesterday.
That last one is where my metaphor breaks down. And where I surprised myself. I didn’t expect my little single entry to get anywhere, but none of the books I read got through either. And one of them seriously made me a fangirl for life with just that one book, which btw, taught me a lesson about covers. I hated the cover of it, even though it was professional and fit the book(all the bright primary yellows and reds put me off). So, when I got my pack and sorted my books, I put it in my pile of books I didn’t really want to read and made myself read before the ones I really wanted to read(aka: the carrot books). And it turned out being my absolute favorite(I know, I know, don’t judge a book by it’s cover… BUT USUALLY YOU CAN.).
In the wake of my RITA-virginity-losing contest experience, that’s the only thing that I’m actually sad about: that one book(with the terrible cover) that was so so good and didn’t make it through. I want to tell you what it was, I want to tell everyone that they should read it(It was even kind of a medical romance, though it was single title and not category), but I don’t know if I am allowed!
Instead, I am wondering if you judged the RITA’s this year, if you had any books you were sure would get through and didn’t(You don’t have to name them, unless we’re allowed! In that case, tell me so I can sing the praises of this one book!)? Or did you have some you were sure would and DID? And if you didn’t judge the RITA’s, do you have any books you read last year that you loved beyond belief and want to recommend(Since you can)? 🙂
And because I always forget to mention my own books (with yet another take on Cinderella), my March release: Uncovering Her Secrets
A chance to make amends…
Hiring her ex, the irresistible Dr. Preston Monroe, is Dr. Dasha Hardin’s secret atonement for her unforgiveable past. A plan suddenly complicated by his touch, which still makes her heart zing! Preston must reluctantly trust Dasha and soon wants to discover more about this new feisty, vulnerable woman—the only woman with the strength to fight for his irredeemable soul….
- We–Okay, I spend a lot of time dressed in a way not fit for company(Like Cinderella, man). I have clothes on. Yes, technically, they’re pajamas, but I didn’t sleep in them! This-is-my-lounge-around-comfortably-and-writeWEAR.
- Writing is hard work. Maybe you don’t end up covered in soot and cinders while doing it–unless you’re totally into your research and need to know how to describe the smear of soot on skin in some kind of crazy detail–but even if you start out looking normal, like with your hair fixed and your makeup on? By the end of a particularly hard writing session, you might look like you’ve spent the last twelve hours scrubbing floors and toilets. Some scenes put you through the wringer.
- You secretly really want to go to the ball, but you’re never entirely sure whether you’re actually Cinderella… or an Ugly Stepsister.