Wow, the last few days have been busy. Saturday I drove into Toronto to attend the monthly Toronto Romance Writers’ meeting. Although I went for drinks afterwards and Christine and Amy were there, I don’t think I got to really say Hi to them as I was talking with so many other people. Sorry! And hi!
I originally joined a different non-romance writers group who concentrated mainly in literary works. They rarely actually talked about writing as they were more of a networking group. One lady there turned out to be an editor from Harlequin. She’s the one who encouraged me to join the TRW initially. She encouraged me to write for Harlequin. Said she’d go over my manuscript and make sure it got to the right people. And she’s kept in touch ever since. Keeps asking if I have anything written for her yet. It was her continued prodding that got me deciding to take my writing seriously and actually try sending something ‘out there.’ But Harlequin?.That was just a little too … serious. Too competitive. Too … scary. So I’ve been writing, but not specifically for the big H.
So Michelle looked at me, then closed her dropped jaw and said “So what are you waiting for?”
(And to be truthful, it’s not the first time I’ve heard that. BlueSue basically said the same thing to me – several times – a couple years ago when I told her about my contact.)
Anyway, Michelle’s told me that she will be expecting me to bring to our next TRW meeting: one proposal, one outline, and the first three chapters of a story for Harlequin. Yikes!
So I came home and my head was buzzing (okay, it could have been a result of the caffeine from the two diet pepsi’s I had that evening.) Should I do this? “Why not” I heard Bonnie lecturing – it was part of her talk earlier that day. Still undecided, I went to bed at about 11:30 and tossed and turned. I couldn’t sleep as I was thinking about what we’d talked about and trying to overcome my fears. I ended up getting up at 2:30 and writing down ideas and a tentative story outline until 5:30 a.m. before crawling back into bed and finally falling asleep at 7 a.m.
I woke up again at 8:30 a.m. so Mother’s Day to me really was a blur. Gizmo Guy and Curly bought me a new mouse for my desktop. I loved my old one – a Logitech wireless that fit my hand just perfectly, but lately it was giving me grief – not accepting commands when I pressed the left mouse button, or when it did finally take the press, not releasing so it would highlights scads of text when I didn’t want it to. It had me swearing. A lot. Gizmo Guy was not impressed since he doesn’t swear much. And I swear like a sailor. Hence the new mouse. Guitar Hero bought me a slide-show frame thingy – I’d provide a link, but the product is so new, HP doesn’t even have it up on their website yet. It’s small enough to carry in my purse with a 3 inch LCD screen and takes a SD memory card with all my pictures. So now I can bore people with a slideshow rather than pulling out the proverbial wallet of pictures (which I never carried anyway.) I think it was Gizmo Guy’s suggestion since I suspect it was something he would have liked for himself. After all, it’s the latest ‘Gizmo’. But still I love ’em all. Even if I did have to make my own dinner. And we didn’t have dessert. And I had to do the dishes afterward. Ah well.
And that story? Well, I’m not going to abandon Sam’s story. I’m going to keep working on it. But I’ve got an outline for a story that might work for SuperRomance or maybe Silhouette’s Special Edition line so I’m going to see if I can work on it when I’m not working on Sam’s story. Maybe see if I can come up with some sort of writing schedule to do both. And keep my fingers crossed – which of course will make typing that much more difficult.
Anyway, I now am going to be evil and give you a game to waste time with – be warned, it is addictive, or it was to Gizmo Guy and me. You have to move the “jelly blocks” so they form a complete shape. It’s tougher than you think. And now you are hooked! Mwahahahahaha