Well, I did not final in the Golden Hearts :(. Good luck to all those that did, though!
Warez download gits sacAnyone who is interested, RWA has announced the RITA (published division) finalists and GH (unpublished division) finalists. The winners will be announced at the RWA National Convention in July.
Writing-wise, I still have not been able to sit down and work on Seasons. Since I've been home, my parents have been finding things for us to do, like moving 30+ boxes of old, old, old files from our garage to my dad's storage facility. Let me tell you, you don't want to do anything but sleep after doing that. Another part of the problem is that I just do not want to sit in front of a computer. My mind has taken the "break" part of spring break literally. Friday night though, I did end up writing an article that I'm going to query the RWA national journal on. It just flowed. I'm really pleased with it, and I hope that they pick it up. I just need to get the query letter for it out the door. Which means I have to pin my mom down on reading it so I don't send it out with any spelling errors. I have this phobia about sending out query/cover letters without anyone reading it beforehand. Mainly because I tend to forget keywords when writing. That whole "my brain moves faster than my fingers" thing.
Okay, time for bed, so that I can get my butt working on Seasons tomorrow. I have a gameplan and I plan on sticking to it.
Oh, for you writers out there: when I talked to my mom about planning on doing some serious writing this week and not planning on moving files, she said, "So, you write 35 pages today, and you write 35 pages tomorrow." I had to get another box of tissues for the tears of laughter running down my eyes.
Okay, this may be something more than a cold. I've been out of commission since Monday. The only reason that I'm somewhat coherent and not writhing in pain from a seemingly unending headache is because I'm a bit doped up on Benedryl and ibuprofen that finally kicked in an hour ago. Am definitely not forgetting them tomorrow like I did today. I'll try to keep this short since I am so incredibly doped up and TIRED.
Okay, so writing "news" for today. I was unfortunately reminded that the calls for those who finalled in the Golden Heart. For those who don't know what that is, this is the contest for the unpublished sponsored by RWA. It's one of those things where you really don't expect to final because so many people enter, but you really, really, REALLY hope that you do. If for no other reason than to wear a pretty ribbon at the National Conference and hear your name announced in the list of finalists.
Next week is Spring Break and I've got the week off. I'm very glad that I'll be at my parents because I think, no, I know that I'd be sitting by the phone all day, doing nothing and feel really let down when I don't get a call. I've done so well these last couple of months not thinking about the calls, but since they are so close, the e-mail lists that I'm on are all talking about them now. Ah, the pressure, the tension, the insanity! Okay, for the sake of argument, everyone please cross your fingers for me. That I get a call (if not for the GH, for a job interview at least) next week. And that I can kick this cold, or whatever the hell it is, out the door and write!
Yep, that's what I did on Monday when I kept telling myself just to keep at it and I couldn't feel any worse. I haven't felt this sick in a long time. And even when I do feel sick, I usually feel like I can at least function somewhat normally. Not these last two days. Forget plotting and coming up with the most beautiful prose known to man, *snort*, I was happy if I could remember what I was doing 2 minutes after I started doing it. As I said to one of my friends: the synapses were firing, but nothing was connecting. This morning my one boss and one of her friends were talking about a website I had posted to one of the school bulletin boards (check it out here -> http://www.titaniumcounter.com/temp/emergency/) that I did not remember posting. Remembered sending it to a couple of friends...didn't remember posting to the bulletin board. Boss remembered how I had gotten it and wording used, so I knew I must have posted it, just no memory. Memory slowly creeped back in, but Boss could see I had really been out of it the last few days.
Now, if I can just shake the last bits of whatever the hell it is I have, I know I can at least get to the 30, or better yet, the 35 page mark before I go home for the week. Then, I don't care if I turn into the walking dead, I'm finishing up those 100 pages for the month next week.