In a good way, though.
My good friend, Naima Simone, will be featuring me this coming Monday, June 7th on her blog as part of a new venture she's beginning. What's the venture, you might wonder? Well, it's simple. As luck, talent, being in the company of the right people or being in the right place, would have it, she was published about 6 months ago. My vote is for 'talent'. All the way, baby!
And while she's doing well (you should check out her books at Elorra's Cave) she's still close enough to where she started to remember us lowly, desperate, striving UNPUBLISHED authors.
A few weeks ago she approached me about beginning a series of interviews with those of us who are still working to get ourselves recognized--and she wanted ME, little ol' me, to be her first interviewee.
I'm pumped!!!!
What would make this even better is if my friends who know me and would like to know more about my writing would stop by and say a great big hello.
I just might feel like a celebrity. LOL
Hope to see you there on Monday!
Romance That Will Set Your World On Fire
Friday, June 4, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
When the Big Blues hit
And I'm not talking about my big blue hunky men. 'Cause, well, if they hit, I'd just hold on for the ride. *interject lascivious grin*
No, I'm talking about the 'will the publishing world ever notice ME?' blues. They hit nice and squarely into my chest this morning when I opened up the letter from RWA with my contest scores awaiting me inside.
I had five scores: 9...8.5...6...5.9 and 5.1
Now, why couldn't the last three be of the mindset of the first two, I ask? I know it's a subjective contest, but man, oh man! To have two judges score me so close to a 10 and three others put me in the 50-60th percentile just confuses me. And yes. It gets my feathers all ruffled, too. How else does a writer react when their novel, their baby, their fear-happiness-tears-joy-sorrow-another macandcheesenight all rolled into one, gets rejected? When we get told by the mark of a pen that what we've poured our heart and souls into isn't good enough, how do we handle it? Me? I just sat for a minute and let the hurt have its way with me.
Then I shored up my confidence and moved on.
Is the sadness still there? Yes. Will I be rejected, turned down, and/or ignored again? Certainly. But I haven't given up the fight yet! Nor do I plan to any time soon.
No, I'm talking about the 'will the publishing world ever notice ME?' blues. They hit nice and squarely into my chest this morning when I opened up the letter from RWA with my contest scores awaiting me inside.
I had five scores: 9...8.5...6...5.9 and 5.1
Now, why couldn't the last three be of the mindset of the first two, I ask? I know it's a subjective contest, but man, oh man! To have two judges score me so close to a 10 and three others put me in the 50-60th percentile just confuses me. And yes. It gets my feathers all ruffled, too. How else does a writer react when their novel, their baby, their fear-happiness-tears-joy-sorrow-another macandcheesenight all rolled into one, gets rejected? When we get told by the mark of a pen that what we've poured our heart and souls into isn't good enough, how do we handle it? Me? I just sat for a minute and let the hurt have its way with me.
Then I shored up my confidence and moved on.
Is the sadness still there? Yes. Will I be rejected, turned down, and/or ignored again? Certainly. But I haven't given up the fight yet! Nor do I plan to any time soon.
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