Depositions suck. Thursday morning, I prepared for a second day of depositions in a nasty sexual harassment case. Exhibits littered my desk. Room temperature coffee fueled my marginal functionality. I couldn't find the video I needed that showed the creepy old man manager busting in on my client in the restroom. Cranky. That was me.
My cell phone rang. The sound of a ringing phone, especially my cell, elicits a negative Pavlovian response. Assuming it was a client who wanted to bypass my assistant, my hello didn't embrace the Southern hospitality that it should've.
And then my day went from combative to celebratory. I found out I was a 2015 Golden Heart® finalist.
The Golden Heart is the big-mama of writing contests for unpublished authors. Sponsored by the Romance Writers of America©, the contest accepts approximately 1,200 manuscripts in eight genre categories, and the final round is judged by acquiring editors from publishing houses. To paraphrase Ron Burgundy, it is kind of a big deal.
The Golden Heart is the big-mama of writing contests for unpublished authors. Sponsored by the Romance Writers of America©, the contest accepts approximately 1,200 manuscripts in eight genre categories, and the final round is judged by acquiring editors from publishing houses. To paraphrase Ron Burgundy, it is kind of a big deal.
Keep your fingers crossed. Magic City, the manuscript that I entered, was the first book I wrote. The first book I completed (well, much like the Winchester Mystery House, for about two years it was the source of constant tinkering). Since finishing it, I have worked on to two other manuscripts (a political thriller and another urban fantasy). I am humbled that others found Magic City special enough to allow me the honor and privilege to join so many wonderful authors as a Golden Heart finalist (click here to see all the fantastic ladies who are finalists).
Now enough of that seriousness. Here is something fun:
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