I'm too late for the 2004 Golden Heart, but I'm planning to enter next year. Unless, of course (she says hopefully), I've sold the novel by then and am therefore ineligible!
I'm writing Regency-set historicals, though with something of a traditional Regency/historical novel feel, if that makes any sense. I'm trying hard for historical accuracy, and a tone and voice that fits the era.
Thanks so much for the offer to beta! I don't suppose you'd be willing to look over my opening chapter and synopsis as soon as I have it ready?
Susan, I'll keep fingers crossed for the ineligibility.
And certainly, I'd be happy to look at the opening chapter and synopsis. Is that all the contest requires? Away all weekend starting tomorrow, but the profile address is good...and I just remembered you haven't written the synopsis yet! Whenever you're done, just shout.
Is it OK if I go ahead and send you the first chapter? It's something I essentially rewrote from scratch over the last month--the novel has been finished since September, but I got some comments on pacing problems, and when I went back and looked, it was obvious the opening was way too long and leisurely. I've got it trimmed to the point the hero and heroine now meet on page 25 in Ch. 2 rather than page 64 in Ch. 4, but now I'm worried that it's
too
abrupt, too much info all at once.
Go right ahead! If you send it tonight (or by early tomorrow EST), I can print it out and read it this weekend on the car trip, or while up at the in-laws.
Got it, Susan! I probably won't send comments till Tuesday, though, because I'll be computerless at the in-laws', and I have a pile of laundry and packing to do tonight. Okay?
Oh, Susan! Btw, I've not forgotten you. I'll have to email you re: freelance, but probably not until next week. I'm sorry, it's been crazy. I think we're going to still do something, but we'll at least pay you for what you've done up till now. And with that tidbit, I've got to try to sleep.
I haven't drabbled in a while, but everyone's written such depressing ones I felt I had to lighten the mood:
Being dead isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You always think your astral body will get the hell up as soon as it’s not needed, but no. I’m stuck here on the damn floor with a—is that a fork? Did she kill me with a fucking fork? Christ.
She’s calling the police now, I think. She should report a murder! That would be ironic. There’s no blood in her hair. God, she’s hot. Why are the pretty ones always insane? Oh, she’s coming back now and bending—hey! Hey! Don’t close the eyes! Shit. Now I can’t see.
