My baby, Counting on You, is finally on its way to Texas to be judged against everyone else's baby in the most prestigious pageant for unpublished romance authors, The Golden Heart. (Insert huge sigh of relief here.)
Frankly, my chances of making it to the finals are slim. Almost 1000 writers entered last year, and no more than eight from each category will make it to the finals. But, the attempt is worth it. While there's no guarantee a finalist will garner a publisher's attention, chances are very good.
A writer who makes it to the final round (or wins!) can feel confident that her work is competitive among some of the best unpublished romance authors out there. Granted, the judging is subjective. Preliminary judges are other authors, both published and unpublished. But, the whole industry is subjective.
Writing contests are like the current spate of talent shows on TV…um, except not on TV. Most people won't make it to the top 20. Some will confirm they royally suck, others will learn that they're good but need more work, and a few will realize their dream.
Of course–like everyone else–I'm hoping to realize my dream, but until then, I'll just keep pounding the keys.
The Daily Squirrel: green (one of my favorite colors)
The color green screamed so loud from the walls and furnishings of the tiny room that her eyes hurt. She could almost feel the weight of it on her shoulders. Green had always been her favorite. The color of the forest, the jungle, a field of grass. But this…this was too much, even for her.