Writers are weird
Yesterday was the deadline for getting your Golden Heart entry to the RWA office in Houston. I mailed mine Monday with delivery confirmation. It still hadn’t shown up by 4pm Friday.
Enter Jaye, who lives in the area. Despite entering the same category, she used her paper, her ink, and her CDs to print out MY entry and left work early to drive to RWA and hand deliver it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I cannot say it enough.
And I know I would have done the same for her if the office was where I live.
Before that, we traded critiques, giving honest and sometimes harsh opinions of each others stories – again, even though we entered the same category. And I’m crossing my fingers for her finaling as much as I am for me.
Of course, our stories and voices are completely different, but still. Writers freely help their competition. I didn’t understand why when I first started writing – why would I tell someone about an agent taking pitches when I wanted to do it myself? – but now I celebrate my friends’ successes like they’re my own. Writers are weird.
And you’re just awesome that way.
Yay for being awesome!
Amen, sister! I’m glad someone did that for you. Good luck in the GH. My new CP and I are competing in the same category, too … and I’ve already thought about how fun it would be to final together.
Now if she finals and I don’t … Well, I’m not quite ready to think about that. But I’m sure I’ll be happy for her, even if I’m disappointed for myself.
it’s insane, isn’t? And same here. I’ll give her a cyber high-five and then go into a corner to cry.
Crossing my fingers for, you, too. And we’re not in the same category. Unless you moved from series?
Nope. I’m still CS. I actually entered two in the same category this year, so I’m competing against myself. The ST I planned to enter did so poorly in the Golden Pen that I scrapped it for the time being … it apparently needs more work than I was able to give it before the deadline, since I still had 20K to write on it, to.