I meant to get back here and blog on my progress through the March Monkey Madness Writing Challenge from my last post. But I was so busy trying to get words down I didn’t want to take time to blog. Yes! I was motivated. I was doing a great job! Getting lots of words!
Then I faltered. Kept getting back up and giving it my best effort, yet kept falling further behind.
So I had planned on a final blog about how many new words I typed during March (14,162 – which was 10,838 words short of my goal). And I was going to talk about how sometimes we don’t quite achieve what we set out to do, but noting how much I had accomplished. Yada, yada, yada. All true, all good.
Then the phone rang yesterday morning, and I got the call I had yearned for over the years but never quite expected: My manuscript, Hijacked, is a finalist in the RWA® 2013 Golden Heart® contest. This contest recognizes excellence in romance writing, and draws entries from around the world. I am extraordinarily honored to be part of this talented group of writers – and I am one of many who have entered the Golden Heart multiple times, always hoping, always reaching for the stars.
(That was the mature, calm me relaying the facts in a news anchor voice. The following is how I really feel – still – thirty-six hours later.)
OH. MY. GOSH!!!!! Squeeeeeee!!! (Visualize goofy grins, random and unpredictable bouts of jumping up and down accompanied by “I can’t believe it!!!” and otherwise bizarre behavior.)
I can tell you right now that my grand plans of knocking out a couple thousand more words on my current work ain’t gonna happen. I am quite happily distracted, and fielding an incredible outpouring of well-wishes from friends and family. For all of those, I am immensely grateful and humbled. Thank you.
I will also say that in honor of my critique partner, Angie Ballard, whose blog is titled The Jammie Girl, I took my Golden Heart phone call in my jammies. No, I didn’t plan it that way, but that’s how it happened. At least I wasn’t naked in the tub or scooping dog poop when the call came, like it happened for a couple of other authors!
But the most important part of my day, in spite of all that excitement, came right before The Call. I had posted a reflection on Holy Week at the Catholic Writers Guild blog, and was replying to a lovely and touching comment by Nancy Ward. Her kind words helped keep me grounded all day in a way that no other means could have. And Don Mulcare’s response to the same reflection today had the same effect.
I am reminded (again) that no one knows what effect their words are going to have on those around them.
May mine always be a blessing.