So, this morning was pretty awesome.
I knew it was Golden Heart and RITA “call day,” and I was very glad that I’d already made plans to spend the morning volunteering in my dareling’s classroom. You see, this is my 3rd or 4th year watching “call day” closely — but the first time I’ve ever been entered in either of the contests. For those who may not know, the RITA and Golden Heart are nationwide contests sponsored by Romance Writers of America. The RITA is for published romance novels, and the Golden Heart is for unpublished manuscripts. Entries happen way back in November/December. Then the finalists all get phone calls on the same day in March, and around the world, writers are plastered to websites and blogs and Twitter feeds, waiting to see who gets “the call”.
The stress! Yeah, I would rather be chillin’ in kindergarten.
I brought my phone along, just in case, but kept it on silent. So there I was, happily cutting crafts and stapling papers, when my pocket started to buzz. I didn’t answer. When I checked the number, I didn’t recognize it. My phone told me it was a call from Texas, though (where RWA headquarters is located), so the next time my pocket started tingling, I ducked out onto the playground to take the call.