Every year, this day causes waves of butterflies (masquerading as nausea) in the stomachs of everyone who's entered RWA's biggest award competitions: The RITA (for published authors) and the Golden Heart (for aspiring writers). It's been four years since I got my Golden Heart call telling me I was a 2007 finalist. Four years, and I still feel more than a little bit guilty for screaming in that poor woman's ear when she gave me the news over the phone. I'm quite sure she thought I'd turned instantaneously insane, and I have nothing I can say to defend myself, even now. My only consolation is that -- because I'd caused her temporary hearing loss -- she may have missed my professions of undying love to her personally, to the RWA National Board in general and to romance and women's fiction readers everywhere.
My family, unfortunately, will never forget me dancing like a maniacal J.Lo imitator in the middle of the living room...
So, I know this is going to be a morning of much excitement for a lot of writers out there. There are so, so many people I'm hoping will get some great news today...particularly my Golden-Heart-entering friends. You all know who you are. I've got my fingers crossed so tightly for you right now that I'm typing this with my nose. Which is difficult. So, I'll keep this short: GOOD LUCK, today! Finalist or not, you finished a novel (persistence! hard work!) and submitted it (professionalism! courage!), and I'm incredibly proud of you. Either way, we'll celebrate.