Awww, I feel so proud! The dear manuscript, A Whiff of Scandal, has gone and gotten itself a nomination for the Golden Heart® award with Romance Writers of America. I recently spoke to my manuscript and it had the following to say:
WOS: "Huh? You sent me WHERE?"
Me: "I sent you to the US, to be read by independent judges who would tell me how good or crap you were."
WOS: "You WHAT? Holy freaking hell, what were you thinking? Did you not for a moment wonder if you should run this by me first! I have rights!"
ME: "They loved it and you finaled..."
WOS: "Oh." Pause. "Are those flowers for me?"
me: "Yes indeed. You did good work."
Grumble grumble. "Why do you sound surprised?"
Friday, March 26, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Well it's been a while
I miss you, bloggie!
If there was to be a general catchup of what's been going on, it would go something like this.
BLOG: Where have you been? Is it SO hard to hit the 'new post' key?
ME: It's been hard to remember I even have a blog, much less technologically advanced processes like hitting the 'new post key'. I only did it now because i came here by accident.
BLOG: I've forgotten what you look like.
ME: Same as before, but lost two pounds. So, same as before but my pants fit a smidge better. Ie, no buttons popping off, no seams recklessly endangering life.
BLOG: Hmph. I heard you have been eating muffins and cream cheese frosting on a daily basis.
ME: You would too if you opened a cafe. SOMEONE has to test the produce!!
BLOG: A Cafe? Why would you do that?
ME: Good question. A cafe is stupidly hard work. I mean, worthy work and all, fun work and all, but ack, what a salt mine it is.
BLOG: So i guess between that and your baby you haven't been writing much? Should we change the blog template? Perhaps something bland and beige?
ME: Au contraire, little bloggie. I have finished my manuscript! In a hundred daily acts of defiance, writing time was found and pounced on, early or late, sometimes in the car at traffic lights. Triumph we have!
BLOG: Is Yoda here?
ME: Will you stop pouting if I say 'yes'?
BLOG: No. Pouting is my right.
ME: As are inane entries.
If there was to be a general catchup of what's been going on, it would go something like this.
BLOG: Where have you been? Is it SO hard to hit the 'new post' key?
ME: It's been hard to remember I even have a blog, much less technologically advanced processes like hitting the 'new post key'. I only did it now because i came here by accident.
BLOG:
ME: Same as before, but lost two pounds. So, same as before but my pants fit a smidge better. Ie, no buttons popping off, no seams recklessly endangering life.
BLOG: Hmph. I heard you have been eating muffins and cream cheese frosting on a daily basis.
ME: You would too if you opened a cafe. SOMEONE has to test the produce!!
BLOG: A Cafe? Why would you do that?
ME: Good question. A cafe is stupidly hard work. I mean, worthy work and all, fun work and all, but ack, what a salt mine it is.
BLOG: So i guess between that and your baby you haven't been writing much? Should we change the blog template? Perhaps something bland and beige?
ME: Au contraire, little bloggie. I have finished my manuscript! In a hundred daily acts of defiance, writing time was found and pounced on, early or late, sometimes in the car at traffic lights. Triumph we have!
BLOG: Is Yoda here?
ME: Will you stop pouting if I say 'yes'?
BLOG: No. Pouting is my right.
ME: As are inane entries.
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