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Golden Heart Finals Announced Today

How do you measure a year?

Today thousands of unpublished romance writers are all waiting for a phone call telling them they made it into the final round of the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart writing contest. I’m one of them.

Last December I and all the others sent the first fifty pages of polished finished manuscript along with a CD containing the entire work to RWA headquarters for the Golden Heart Romance Novel Contest for unpublished authors.

That act of faith represented an entire year of plotting, writing, revisions, editing. I have an active full time day job. Most of my writing happens between 9p.m. and 2a.m.

Today I’ll try to not glare at the phone every five minutes. I’ll try not to have an anxiety attack. I’ll try to make it through the next five hours.

Good luck to all my FCRW Chapter Friends in the contest and my online cyber buddies. Here’s reaching out to squeeze your hand with a hope that you get your phone call today.

How do I measure a year? I think I’ll write another book.

Writing Retreat – FCRW 2010

FCRW Writers Retreat

This past weekend I had a rare treat that advanced my craft learning light years. The FCRW Chapter of RWA hosted a Writers Retreat with Anna DeStefano and Anna Adams

The retreat was held at the beautiful and charming Epworth by the Sea in St Simon’s Island, GA, a Methodist Church retreat facility. The Retreat was organized by our chapter president, Maria Connor An amazing woman, Maria’s author’s voice is a scream. I laughed so hard at one of her scenes I about fell out of the chair. She is a free lance writer and has had several great articles published in recent issues the RWA magazine.

I had several eureka experiences over the weekend. Those of you who have been on this journey with me know the growth arc I’ve been traveling. Suffice it to say that two years ago when I found the FCRW chapter I was on my second organically written book. While that sounds fairly sophisticated let me clarify for the bottom line. . . I vomited words onto the page. Not a pretty picture.

So for the past little-while I’ve been continuing to write with a more thoughtful approach. I’ve been trying to learn to plot, trying to wrestle what I wrote into a marketable format. I’ve been learning conflict, conflict, conflict motivation and goals. I wrote the third book.

I’ve plotted using power point, sticky notes on the wall. Sticky notes falling off the wall sticking to my shoe, butt and computer bag. I’ve recently fallen in love with 4 X 6 Cards for plotting. With help of my lovely and talented critique partner, Charlie Alldredge I pulled the book apart and revised, edited and looked at character progress, filled plot holes. Whew, it ain’t called a writer’s work for nothing, baby.

Friends that read my books LOVE the characters I create. So do I. However, I’m like ‘the little engine that could’ chugging along learning to plot, plot, plot and putting my characters through conflict. Lately in the throes of revising book three and writing book four I started having feelings of unrightness. Not really about the book(s), or about my emerging skills. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. But, something was there. Or rather, something wasn’t there.

Now trust me when I say I would rather poke my eye out with a pencil than write pages of character study charts to help me know why my heroine could never wear lavender panties. If that was the missing link between me and quality writing my little train would have to become a lawn ornament under the bougainvillea.

I’ve pretty much been able to create characters based on my training as a psychologist and the exhausting amount of personality inventory research I’ve been subjected to in the name of team building with my recent day job. I mean seriously, I can tell you what color I am, what letter of the alphabet, extroverted, innovator, briggs myers, bla bla bla ad nauseam. Truthfully it was useful in crafting three dimensional realistic characters but there is a limit to what one woman can take.

The first session with Anna DeStefano blew me away. I wanted to be the love child of the two Anna’s. OMG The session on Character arch was incredibly simple, taught in a hands on experiential manner. The perfect answer to all my anxt and woes.

There is something very liberating to seeing in full clarity what you have been struggling to do in the dark. Somehow wondering if you were right and asking the writing cosmic gods, if there wasn’t a better, easier way to do it. It’s like I’ve been trying to put a puzzle together with a few of the pieces missing. Once Anna provided those pieces in her workshop everything came together. If the collision had escaped my brain the sound would have been deafening.

Bamn to the forehead with the smack of a palm. “She is healed!” The voice thundered. Okay, I got a little carried away there but we were on a church retreat facility. *grins sheepishly*

Dang, I learned, I’m a character driven writer. I can develop my character’s personalities in a well planned conflict lock with each other. “Their character arc is their growth and it’s the plot that’s getting them there.” A.D.

I’m still processing everything but WOW. One of my critique buddies, Shelby Reed said it was the best money ever spent. I’ll add my amen to that.

We had a relaxed schedule with plenty of time to write. The workshops were awesome. We had informal plotting sessions together. Valerie Bowman hosted the cold reads and group critiques of pages. Then we had an opportunity to have individual sessions with the instructors. Amanda, Shelby, Madeline and I teamed up, rolling our appointment times into a group. The four of us trapped Anna DeStefano at the table in a tag team attack and asked our barrage of questions about craft, character advice, business advice, and can we be Face Book stalkers?. . . in the nicest kind of way.

She is a gracious lady and we all wish her success and health. She facilitated giving us all something illusive and precious. . . validation, respect, and friendship.

Fantasy Man Monday

Monday Fantasy Man energizer by special request of my writer friend, Madeline who writes historical romance novels featuring brawny lads. “Let’s see some men in kilts. Where are the highlanders?”

Every day utility kilt

Wondering what the rest of the story is on this pose.

Albannach at Hoggstown 2010

Happy St Patrick’s Day

I love Kermie.

I was always someone on the outside looking in. Growing up I knew I was different. As a teen I wondered if perhaps I had gotten switched at birth. I didn’t feel like I fit in anywhere.

My interests have further estranged me from connecting with the people I commonly find circling my life. I spin fibers, make chain jewlery, ride and train horses and yes, write romance novels. . .hot steamy, toe curling, staying-up-late, can’t-put-the-book-down, romance novels.

Perhaps that is why I find a common thread through the books I write. The age old beauty and the beast story where beauty sees the inner light in the beast and redeems him finding her own sense of belonging and empowerment. Because of my own journey, beauty starts her story arch either incomplete and unfulfilled or fractured and lost. She finds healing and rightness within the relationship that grows between her and the beast. The beast finds his humanity, his redemption and claims beauty forever. awwwww.

However, with my secret life as a writer comes wonderful companions and sisters to share the journey through my FCRW chapter and Ink Plots critique group.

Still, in all. . . it ain’t easy being green.

Fantasy Man Monday

Monday needs a boost to start the week.

How about this Fantasy Man Monday candidate.  How do you like your heroes.  Clean shaven? Scruffy? With a mysterious bad boy edge?

I have grown up around cowboys and rough workmen.  I’ve seen a lot of things I might not have wanted to.  The standing joke of crack attack didn’t put me in mind of anything I wanted to see.

However, this cowboy puts a whole different twist on that old stereotype. And so model Alexandre Carneiro gets my vote for Fantasy Man Monday

I think it is hysterical that my FB friend Danica Avet chose a cowboy for her fantasy man this past Friday. I’d already programmed this blog with my cowboy choice. Great minds work alike.

And I have to ask my writer friend who is hip deep in her cowboy romance WIP. Which Cowboy do you like best? Send me your inspiration for your cowboy hero.

My SIL A Real Romance Hero

My SIL and Daughter before Sky Diving last fall prior to his leaving for a tour of duty in Afghanistan.

Last October, the time came when he was called up for his turn to serve in the desert.

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He had this photo enlarged and made into a canvas print. He sent it to her for their anniversary. They’ve missed all their first’s this year. First Thanksgiving, First Christmas, First Anniversary.

Finally, he returns from Afghanistan in roughtly eight more Monday’s –give or take, based on any changes the Marine’s may make. He made the Yahoo News letting off steam in the tire rolling contest.

My first thought was that the tire would roll much easier the other way. My daughter explained that evidently the point is flipping it over and over. My SIL is a big guy so that tire is a monster.

My daughter is anxious for him to return home safe. We all are. He adores Caylen and treats her like a queen. He’s a man among men and so my hero for this Sunday, and most any day, is My Son In Law, Robert Gallini, Alpha Marine. A real romance hero.

Miss Piggy — the Original Kick A$$ Heroine

Live, Love, Laugh.

Celebrate with me!  Cheers to an end to Toxic Friday.

Feeling Good

I went to the gym last night, straight from work.  Usually I’m there at lunch time but when all else fails I truck over there after work.  I had new tunes on the ipod and a work out plan.  I’ve been back at the gym now a full 10 days after being released from my last surgical recovery time.  So I’m in my groove.  Gym time for me is thinking time.  I get into my routine and think big thoughts…. writing thoughts.

I approached my gym time last night leaving the building with a spring in my step.  I had labored for four days getting all the side stories out of my head and onto paper and I was ready to think think think about my current WIP that I’m 10,000 words into.  A work I plotted with my C.P.

I must digress for a moment.  I’m fairly inspirational/intuitive for a creative personality type.  Little things can set me off.  Last month I picked up a piece of jewelry and POW an erotic novella type story hit me that broke out of last year’s WIP.  I mean it is eerie, touch the object and its like the psychic hot line plugs in– characters, situation etc cascade into my brain, the voices, dialogue.  I know, it’s a blessing/it’s a curse.

Okay so, my mind is clear of all those side stories that have possessed me like little demons gnawing at my writing time on this year’s WIP. I’m in my sapphire blue bug ready to pull out of the parking lot. I’m feeling good.  Something across the highway in the feed store parking lot caught my eye.  I look over there and two romance heroes are stepping off their Harley touring bikes, side by side.  Whoa momma can you say not- from-around-here, baby.

Then it started again.  The voice in my head.  I have to smile and groan. Yes, I do this at the same time.  One more reason people around me think I’m just a little bit off in the head.  (Except my writing buddies of course…they hear the voices too.)

My gym time last night was spent listening to those voices telling me about Steve and Dylan.  I have a starting GMC, a heroine and her GMC, I don’t know her name yet.  I don’t have the suspense GMC yet.  I know someone wants to hurt her because they locked her in the steam room.  She likes to run.  She runs from everything, her past, her emotions, her interest in Steve and Dylan. She might like to run but they ARE going to catch her.  The WIP will have to wait one more day.

GI Joe is next to me on the elliptical.  He’s in pain.  But his biceps and calves didn’t get that way because he’s a happy couch potato.  Humm I’ll bet Steve has arms like that.  His hair is like that too.  By now I’m sure GI Joe guy thinks I’m nuts cause I’m smiling and rowing.  That is if he thinks anything at all.  He may be focused on his own pain…and demons.

So I’m on the rowing machine listening to my favboy singing my new theme song and realizing how true.

Fantasy Man Monday

My FB friend Danica Avet has gotten me hooked on her Fantasy Man Friday’s. http://www.danicaavet.wordpress.com

I need uplifting on Mondays in order to count down to Friday.

So, here’s my take for Fantasy Man Monday.

Doesn’t he just inspire a steamy Werewolf paranormal?

(Jared Prudoff, model)

Write the D@$! Manuscript Challenge

The FCRW (First Coast Romance Writers) sponsor a contest for members of the chapter each year.  It’s called Write the D@$! Manuscript Challenge.  Members are encouraged to just write the D@$! Manuscript.  We try to do fun things along the way to help keep participants encouraged.

So often the more we as writers know the less we are able to do.  We fill our time with all kinds of things.  After the basic rudiments of living, family, home, job, we find other time suckers to keep from writing the D@$! Manuscript. . . my space, face book, twitter, email, research, BLOGGING. oh my.  And frankly we let the Internal Editor from He(( shut us down way to often.

So the Write the D@$! Manuscript challenge is an opportunity to take the time to make writing your priority again.  Rather than the psychological suicide of NaMoWriMo in 30 days, our version gives you an entire year…ok ten months technically, to write a complete story arch accomplishing at least 40,000 words to a finish, the end.

We aren’t even so tough to expect the WIP to be finished and edited, polished and pretty.

So if you’re not convinced that this is a great activity for your writing group, here is what I got out of the D@$! Manuscript challenge of 2009.  I wrote my WIP Dragon’s Mark.  I finished the entire book in draft form between Feb and early October, some 100,000 words of the beast.

I had time to edit the first 30 pages and enter the Beacon Unpublished contest. I edited a little more and entered the Golden Heart.  Edited a little more and entered the Winter Rose.  Now a year later the work is finished, edited and polished pretty and I am beginning to Query and search for Agented Representation.

The entry in the Beacon 2009 won second place.  Still waiting to hear from the others.

The point is I wrote the D@$! Manuscript.  Didn’t matter that I didn’t win the grand prize drawing.  I wrote.

So, now I am beginning the D@$! Manuscript Challenge 2010.  I’m sitting here immersed in social networking and blogging.  I haven’t started work on my manuscript entry.  However, I know I have to have a word count for our meeting in two weeks to report with the other Challenge Participants.  I sure don’t want to be standing there saying well I haven’t really started yet….  So, I’m going to get busy and Write the D@$! Manuscript.