Because I expect to be published one day, and because many of my friends seem to be signing contracts these days, I’ve been giving thought to my public image. Sure, I’ll never get the chance to press charges against the paparazzi. I’ll never have to wear a wig and big weird sunglasses to avoid a
Monthly October, 2010
I think it’s safe to say I won’t be making the RWA Golden Heart deadline this year. I’ve got 36k words of a 65k word manuscript, and while I’d love to hurry up and register my place in the contest, there’s this itty-bitty section that makes you promise the manuscript is complete. I. JUST. CAN’T.