To say it’s been a whirlwind weekend would put it lightly. On Friday, I received nightmare scores from the Golden Heart contest (the biggest and most prestigious unpublished contest in the Romance world). I didn’t final. Nor did I come in the top quarter, or second quarter or third. I landed in the ‘Get out of Dodge’ quarter. I picked myself up off the floor, dusted my fanny and went back to the keyboard. What else is there to do?
The next day the phone rang. I could see the number wasn’t local. My breath hitched as I picked up. A very nice woman from the Kiss of Death chapter was on the other end with the news that I had finaled in the Daphne. The Daphne du Maurier contest for romantic suspense (The biggest contest for my kind of writing)! It took awhile to breath properly again, but I managed to thank her before I ran down the stairs to tell PJ. I’m not sure what I said to him, but I babbled a bunch of words that clearly made no sense, because he gave me that ‘you’ve really lost it now’ look. So then I hugged him. He got that.
Now I could feel really really bad about Friday, or really really good about Saturday, and to be honest I’ve done a bit of both. But the key, I think, is to let this stuff wash over me like waves and keep on swimming. That’s my motto for today. Just keep on swimming.
I’ve saved the heart-warming part of this story for the end. When I let my local chapter (VIC) know about my bad and good news they rallied to support me not only with encouraging words and lovely notes of congratulations, but also with stories about their crazy up-and-down experiences with contests that made me both laugh and cry. Their friendship and wise guidance mean the world to me.
How has your weekend been?