Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Being Awesome, Week 11

Another week gone by already? Alright, here we go. Seven days, seven awesome things:

  1. On Sunday, I awed everyone on my trivia team by being able to correctly state the capital of Berundi. I'm calling this a double win - the only reason I knew the answer is that it happened to be a random fact I looked up when writing a trivia competition as part of Reality Summer.  Serendipity!
  2. Because I cleaned my house for company on Sunday, I didn't have to clean again for company on Monday. Back-to-back houseguests for the win! 
  3. I got my hair cut yesterday, and it looks super cute.
  4. Friend's birthday = mudslides with people I don't get to see nearly often enough. 
  5. Now that spring has finally sprung, I've learned that there is nothing more awesome than watching my cats watch the birds.
  6. On Monday, I got to walk around outside for an hour. The gym is fine, most of the time, but actually being outside and breathing fresh air makes me feel much better. I miss that in winter, when my only "outside" consists of frantically racing from my car to a building.
  7. Edits on the new manuscript are moving right along.  I added about 5,000 words, and I'm on track to have it ready for my critique partners by mid-May, which is what I wanted.
What about you? List your awesome things below!

Monday, April 27, 2015

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Being Awesome, Week 10

It occurs to me that some people may think Being Awesome is about bragging. That's really not it at all. I'm not saying "Gee, my life is so fantastic, look at me and be jealous." Life is hard. For every awesome thing that happens in a week, at least three non-awesome things happen. But that just makes it more important to remember the good. So, here we go.

  1. Earlier in the year, I mentioned that there was a workout thing that I was determined to learn in 2015. Last Wednesday night, I did it! My form may not be perfect yet, but this is something I've been struggling with for many months now (and something I've wanted to learn to do for over a year), so I'm taking a moment to be proud of myself. I feel like Superwoman. 

  2. Brenda Drake asked me to be an adult mentor in this year's PitchWars competition, and I've ecstatically accepted. More information coming when it gets a bit closer.
  3. Draft 1 of my most recent work in progress is in the books! There's a LOT of editing to be done, but I'm making progress, and that's what's most important. Some day, I hope to be able to announce that I've thought up a title....
  4. My NestPitch team wound up with most of my favorite entries (alas, we lost a couple, but they're in good hands with other teams). This means I get to read some awesome stuff and help make it better.
  5. My husband really is the most amazing, wonderful man in the world. I'm very lucky to have someone that supports me through everything, and who swears up and down that my buffalo chicken mac 'n cheese is the most delicious thing in the world.
  6. Yesterday, I discovered a local ice cream flavor with graham crackers and caramel. It's ridiculously good.
  7. I've got an idea for a new MS that could be really great. I'm exciting to flesh it out and start working on it.
That's it for me. What awesome things happened to you this past week?

Monday, April 20, 2015

The Much-Maligned Prologue

Once upon a time, I was Defender of the Prologue! I was thinking about getting a cape and a badge and everything. I didn't understand the war on prologues at all. I'd open a book, and go, "LOOK! THIS BOOK GETS A PROLOGUE! WHY CAN'T I HAVE ONE??* Yet, everywhere I looked, agents would say the same thing: Delete the prologue, or worse, they don't even read the prologue when a writer sends them pages. So if you sent a prologue, you basically lost your chance to have that agent read pages. And I didn't understand why it was so bad to set up the story before Chapter 1.

But now, I have seen the light! Over the past week or so,  I had the pleasure of reading approximately 160 first pages entered into NestPitch, and approximately 150 first pages entered in PitchSlam. There was some overlap, but I'd wager I still read about 200 distinct, separate first pages. And way, way too many of them had prologues. Most of the prologues I saw did not do what the authors wanted us to do. Nearly all of them confused me, and with a lot of the fantasy/sci-fi entries, if all I saw was your prologue, honestly, those stories are all running together in my head. You didn't make it stand out - you made your story forgettable by not giving me a first page to hold onto.

The purpose of the first page is to drop us into the here and now of your story. We've already read a little blurb about your story (be in the back cover, the pitch, or a query letter), and THAT is the story that inspired us to want to read your first page. When we get to the first page and it's set ten years ago, or worse, it's a different character entirely, we get confused. You don't want to confuse (or worse, annoy) you reader on the first page. There is a time and a place for backstory, but it's not at the very beginning of your manuscript. If you legitimately can't find anywhere else to put your backstory, find a beta reader or critique partner who can help.

The other thing prologues often do is drop us at the end of in the middle of the story, then back up to the beginning. DON'T DO THAT. It's unnecessary and redundant. Just let me see the beginning of your story. If the beginning of the story isn't the best place to start, then rethink the beginning. Reconsider your story structure, or find a different starting point. But there's no need to start with your main character addressing the reader. "Let me tell you, Reader, what happened to bring me to the point I'm at right now...." It's redundant.

And the worst thing about your prologue is that I can't evaluate the things that go on your first page - introduction to the character, intriguing plot, grounding in the scene, emotion, etc., if your prologue is in the way. Calling it Chapter Zero or Chapter 1/2 or "The Beginning" or even "Chapter 1" doesn't disguise what it is. We can still tell when we're reading a prologue (and I personally prefer that you be honest instead of trying to hide it).

Once you've sold about a million books, you can write all the prologues you want. But when you're entering contests or querying, seriously reconsider.

* Reality Summer had a prologue until it was universally rejected by 100% of agents. Requests started rolling in once I deleted it. My later manuscripts didn't have or need a prologue, and my current WIP has two. But, in my defense, I'm still on the first draft. 

Friday, April 17, 2015

Being Awesome, Week 9

Good morning!

I decided to push this week's post back a little, so all the #PitchSlam posts would still be the first thing to pop up when agents visit my blog to make requests. But, I think these weekly affirmations are important, even though I'm essentially the only person who reads them. So, here we go - another week, more awesome things:

  1. PitchSlam was absolutely amazing! I got to see writers come together to comfort and support each other, win or lose, and it was a beautiful thing. 
  2. The entries I chose for #TeamNotorious received a combined of 8 requests from 7 agents, including two full requests! I'm so proud of my cast, and everyone who entered, for putting their work out there. That's really scary.
  3. My darling husband and I discovered a new restaurant with these ridiculously good buffalo chicken won tons. We'll be back.
  4. I successfully assisted in both PitchSlam and NestPitch at the same time, and didn't die. Next year, though, it would be nice if they weren't being held at the exact same time. :-)
  5. Friends on Netflix! Sure, I'm 4.5 months late on this one, but it's SO AWESOME to be able to stream Friends for several hours when you're lying sick on the couch. Yes, I've been doing this for the past ten years, but I appreciate no longer having to get up to change the discs.
  6. Spring has sprung! No really! Even the lingering snow piles are gone, and it's been in the 60s every day. Yippee!
  7. A new plot bunny is forming. Things could get interesting.
What have the rest of you been doing while I was buried in contests? Awesome things, I hope.

Sunday, April 12, 2015


Lights, camera - ACTION! The critics will soon be busy making their selections from the Red-Carpet Premier entries! 

Remember again that contests are subjective. What tickles one person’s fancy, may do nothing for another. There were tons of excellent entries. Even with five people making selections, that's nothing compared to the number of literary agents out there. No matter what, keep querying!

I hope that the nature of this contest has been a benefit to everyone. There's not too many contests that provide feedback to everyone who enters. The whole Tinseltown crew tried their best to share their experience and give solid advice.

Because Princess Grace and I love suspense, here are some guidelines before we announce the winners:

There is no commenting in this round, except for critics. Sorry, but no cheerleading as this may lead to an unconscious bias. All the comments are hidden, anyway. No requests will be revealed until the end of the Red-Carpet Premier on Wednesday, April 15th.

But we are happy to see and retweet your thoughts and cheers over on twitter under the #Pitchslam tag! That’s the place to hang out and have fun! I'll be announcing when critics have stopped by this blog and giving hints about requests. Some of those hints might even be mildly helpful.
I’d better be seeing my Team Notorious members there, or I'll be getting out my rope. It takes guts and teamwork to make it to the end of a Hitchcock film without getting vertigo, and our team's got both of those beyond a shadow of a doubt. Lack of team spirit is for the birds!

Agents will consider entries at all the Directors' blogs. If more than one critic has the highest level of request on an entry, there will be a showdown on twitter after the Red Carpet ends. The first agent to answer the Movie Trivia question wins the entry and gets first shot at the pages.

Here's what the critics will be requesting: 

Stunning Debut - Query and first 10 pages
Instant Classic - Query and first 25 pages
Dark Horse Hit - Query and first 50 pages
Box Office Smash - Query and first 100 pages
Blockbuster - Query and full

If you haven't found your entry here, heck out the stunning casts chosen by our other Directors below for their films:

And our secret surprise -  A Spy Movie!

That's right! We have a fifth team to add even more entries into the mix. This group is for entries that Directors couldn't give up. The entries that no amount of trade offers could pry fingers off. In addition, each Assistant Director helped pick a special entry to make up this team! Yay for surprises!

Good luck to everyone! Thanks for making Pitchslam such a fun experience!

If there are any issues with your entry, tweet me @LH_Writes and let me know.

1. Pitch Slam: GOODBYE, GOOD-GOODY GIRL, YA Contemporary


Genre: YA Contemporary

Word Count: 68,000

Fav. Movie Genre: Mirella loves "Golden Age" musical movies because they bring the whimsy of the stage a little closer to home. Plus, she wants to star in all of them.

Pitch: After landing the lead in Thoroughly Modern Millie, Mirella embraces her character on stage and off. But as her new persona alienates her loved ones, she has to decide who she is: Millie or Mirella.

First 250:
I stared at the pointy skyscraper silhouettes on the poster, taking in what they meant. My senior musical was Thoroughly Modern Millie. And I had to be Millie.

My best friend Breeze nudged me. “Earth to Miri! Are you even listening to me? We need to go to this party.” She had been going on about Kate Riggs' Halloween party for nearly a week, and I had been providing excuses for just as long.

I yanked open my locker with a defiant clang. “I can't. I have musical auditions.”

Breeze followed my gaze to the poster. “Auditions aren't for another two weeks,” she said over the shuffling feet and chattering voices filling the hallway.

Eleven days.” I corrected, balancing a book on my knee as I reached for another. “And I need to be Millie.”

Like you have any competition. Plus, we always spend Halloween together.” She peered around the edge of my locker door with her best puppy dog eyes.

To go trick-or-treating, not to some shady house party, Z,” It was a waste of breath. At this point, her persistence alone was eroding my will to refuse.

Mirella, don’t you want to live a little before college?” She was just baiting me now. “It’s not like your dad would even have to know. You’re supposed to be with me for Halloween anyway.”

The way she nonchalantly leaned against Julian Duke’s locker had me believing it was no big deal for a theatre geek to show up at the popular kids' Halloween party.

2. Pitch Slam: THE WATCHMAN OF ROTHENBURG, Adult Historical Thriller


Genre: Adult historical thriller

Word Count: 97,000

MC's favorite movie genre: Silent films, because after working in the shoe shop most of the day and patrolling the walls at night, he just wants to sleep.

Pitch: Autumn, 1631: Tilly's army advances through Bavaria toward Rothenburg's centuries-old walls, threatening annihilation. Lowly night watchman Rudolf Tockler must outsmart a vindictive councilman who threatens the woman he loves and save the entire city.

First 250 words:

October 14, 1631.

Rothenburg, Germany.

Steam puffed from the messenger’s mouth as he delivered the terrible news Rudolf Tockler wasn’t supposed to know. Neither the messenger nor the militia commander to whom he said the three dreaded words could see Rudi standing atop the stone wall, but voices carried in the gray predawn mist.

Finishing his shift as a night watchman, Rudi eyed the messenger as he mounted his horse. The beast reared in the half light and surged toward the Rathaus, where Rothenburg’s elites would learn what he had overheard.

He descended the stairs silently, following the rider’s path on his way to the Marktplatz.

Morning in Rothenburg was an uneasy time. Layers of darkness shielding good people from base desire faded away, bringing an awkward mixture of humanity that saw opposing classes mingling for the briefest of times. Prostitutes passed preachers. Drunks staggered into streets full of children. And watchmen walked among respectable people.

Rudi avoided the contemptuous gazes of the other Rothenburgers as he walked. The looks originally stung him, but he’d gotten used to them. Now they were just reminders of the life he’d once known, and how far he’d fallen.

The air in the Marktplatz carried a medley of smells – from the stench of the tanneries to the pleasing aromas of the bakeries.

Rothenburg swelled on market days, and the city center was already filling. Rudi spotted his mother meticulously arranging pairs of shoes and boots on her display table.

“Mother!” he shouted, forcing a smile.



Genre: NA Contemporary Romance

Word Count: 64,000 words

Movie Genre: Does Disney count as a movie genre? Depends on who you ask - and if you ask Audra, it absolutely does. (Or at least, it should.) Sure, maybe those fairy-tales are riddled with horror, lies, and deceit, but how can you not love all those catchy songs?

Pitch: To complete her heart donor’s bucket list, Audra convinces the donor’s brother to help. Becoming (at least) his friend requires understanding his guilt and learning what he won’t tell her: how did his sister die?

First 250: 

Everyone liked to call me a miracle. I guess they didn't understand the concept. If I made it to my destination without suffering a major breakdown first, that would be a miracle.

Pete’s Coffee Shop was ten blocks from campus. I opted for walking, hoping it would clear my head. Big mistake. Halfway there and my lungs burned like I'd inhaled fire, every breath a conscious task. Damn, I needed to exercise more. By the time I reached the coffee shop, I’d be covered in sweat, huffing and puffing, ready to pass out on the floor for a nap.

That wasn't the kind of impression I wanted to give Jake.

I frantically ran through the words I would say when we met, like an actor before opening night. Needing a distraction from my racing thoughts, I tried singing in my head, reciting poetry—even sung through the alphabet.

A light breeze tickled my skin, blew the scent of freshly-cut grass past my nose, which reminded me of summer camp, watermelons, and watching my dad ride the lawn mower. The I love the sunshine, the birds, and the smells phase evaporated the moment I saw the baby-blue and yellow sign for Pete’s Coffee Shop. My quick pace became a measured shuffle, the soles of my shoes clinging to the pavement.

Holy fucking shit. I couldn't do this.

Calm down. Jake’s a person, the same as any other person, the same way you’re a person.

But he wasn't just a person—he was my heart donor’s brother.

4. Pitch Slam: THE MIRAGE SHIFTER, MG Fantasy

Name: Gretchen Kaup

Genre: MG/Fantasy

Title: The Mirage Shifter

Word Count: 56,000

MC's Favorite Movie Genre: Aiden Flanagan loves action adventure, especially if they involve mutants or zombies. He knows how it feels to be a freak with an uncanny ability.

Pitch: Aiden, an overzealous twelve-year-old, crosses into a dreamworld, confronting irate dreamers, unseen beings, and multinational law enforcement as he races to wake his comatose friend before he’s trapped in a nightmare forever.

First 250 Words: 

Jake is the mastermind behind our game, but without me he’d never win. He needs me, or at least, he needs my brain.

“Okay, we need to focus, Aiden,” Jake says, stopping in front of the Hallmark store.

The window display is full of red—hearts, balloons and cuddly bears—sickly reminders of the coming holiday.

"How many heads?” I ask, standing on my tiptoes to see over a huge, white teddy bear.

Jake is tall enough to see down every aisle and ducks to look between the heart-shaped balloons. “Only four,” he says. “One white-haired pompadour, a lovey-dovey couple and the nose-pierced clerk.”

“We should go for the pompadour,” I say as we sit on the mall bench facing the store. 

Jake unzips his backpack, pulling out a sheet of paper. Before I can see what’s on it, he tapes it to the front of my shirt. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to reading the upside-down purple crayon writing:

Only $5 each lie detected

or we pay you!

“I’m not wearing this,” I say, starting to tear it off.

“No!” he complains, pushing on my chest until it sticks again. “People always try to weasel out of paying us. Now it’s in black and white.”

“Purple and white.”


“No one’s gonna pay $5,” I say, shaking my head.

“Yes they will. We just have to get the right crowd.”

5. Pitch Slam: THE OTHER SIDE, Women's Fiction


Genre: Commercial Women's Fiction

Word Count: 78,000

Movie Genre: Summer's favorite movie genre is drama because she likes to see she's not the only person living with pain and tragic mistakes. 

Pitch: Mer lost her first son to foster care and is terrified of failing at motherhood again. Pregnant and broke, she fights to keep from repeating mistakes and finds an unlikely friend in her son's caseworker. 

First 250 words: 
As Mer reached for a romance novel, her body released a mini tsunami on the third floor of the public library. It burst forth with a warm splash and the woman nearby let out a screech. Mer’s face grew hot. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“Your water broke.” The woman’s face wrinkled in disgust as she jumped away. She rubbed her own pregnant belly. “Oh my God, this is my worst nightmare. I mean, if it was me this happened to, not you.”

The wet stain on the carpet spread. “Tell me I didn't just drench you.” Mer gritted her teeth and groaned. The pain was bearable, but carried the promise of increasing intensity. Like the first hint a man is no good--it's there alright, but can be ignored, at least for the time being.

“It's okay.” The woman shook her feet.

“I'm so sorry.” A contraction hit, feeling slightly worse than a menstrual cramp. She wasn't fooled. The first time started mild before knocking out her eighteen year old body.

The woman fumbled in her purse and pulled out a phone, holding it to Mer. “Do you want to call someone? Like your husband?”

Mer snorted. “I don’t have one of those.”

“Well someone? Your boyfriend or labor coach?”

“I’m my labor coach.” Another contraction hit and she let out a little roar.

“You don’t have anyone to go with you to the hospital?”

Mer bit her lip and shook her head.

6. Pitch Slam: AUTO IN, Adult Romance

Title: AUTO IN

Genre: Adult Romance

Word Count: 99,000.

Genre: Action movies a la Quentin Tarantino, because Dante’s snarky and A.D.D. mind doesn’t have the patience for anything slower. Plus, making himself watch people get blown up or thrown off high-rise buildings helps numb him from the pain of loss after the tragic death of his brother.

Twenty-three-year-old Dante drives as fast as he’ll hop into bed with a Pick-Me-Up Princess. But it’ll take exposing the heart behind his bad boy reputation to contend with the buried spouse of his long-coveted coworker.

First 250:
My prized reputation for being a love ‘em and leave ‘em playboy disintegrates more with each step I take. Right toward the break room. Where Noelle is crying. I’d rather donate my dick to charity.
But Noelle is soft and innocent, practically spending all her time between car insurance claim phone calls looking at pictures of puppies and kittens on the internet. She always cries when people die, taking the fatalities hard and the rare assholes even harder. But never has she thrown her headset down and walked off.

Definitely doesn’t help that being a guy and seeing a girl do that makes me switch into a pre-determined setting where I have no idea what needs to happen. Other than maybe giving them tissues and being very quiet. I’m far better at the “Here’s your tequila shot, sweetheart. I’ll drive and where did you say you lived?” interactions.

The Sovereign of Sensitive Feelings is sitting on a couch with her one-inch heels abandoned and her feet curled under her demure gray pencil skirt when I find her: shoulders shaking and a roll of toilet paper in her lap.

So I am officially useless.

I stroll over to the vending machine like it’s where I was going all along, getting a package of Twizzlers. Neither of us says anything when I plop down on the opposite end of the couch, tilting the opened package of dye-and-chemical-laden candy toward her.

“Cancer?” I offer politely, and Noelle gapes at me before bursting into tears.

Yeah, so that sucks.

7. PitchSlam: DEEP, DARK, TRUTHFUL MIRROR, Adult Urban Fantasy

Title: Deep, Dark, Truthful Mirror

Genre: Adult Urban Fantasy (with erotic elements)

Word Count: 114,000

MC's Fav. Movie Genre: Growing up, Declan read TV Guide cover to cover and stayed up all hours to watch every classic gangster movie he could find. Though he'd forgotten his special talents, his family hadn't, and treated him like a feared outsider. In his favorite films, he saw outsiders unfazed by rejection, who thrived on their disrepute and spoke in patter with panache, like word jazz. They would later influence his stage persona and lyrics. 

Pitch: Being a god beats turning tricks, until Declan learns he's the Reaper. Caught between his vow to never kill again and zealots committing murder in his name, he must choose: his power or his soul. 

First 250: 

Ramones blared from massive speakers, and sticky-sweet funk assaulted Declan's nostrils. Edgy drunks packed Rubber Room's floor. He scanned again. Still no Thad. Where the hell was he? Dec didn't have time to screw around. After three days of detox, the reaper crawled under his skin, itching to snuff out life. Dope hadn't kicked the killing jones. He needed enough to kill it–and himself–or he'd stand over another corpse soon.

The damned stink coated the back of his throat. Opening his mouth, he gagged on death. Most of the thugs surrounding him carried the same mark: two months, and they'd drop in a massacre. Dumps like this were beacons for the doomed. He ought to know.

When he entered the crush around the bar, a pair of imminent tragedies angled for position. Spotlights bathed them in blood crimson, the universe's cruel in-joke. They still had the fresh faces they'd brought to Hollywood, but their eyes matched the reaper perfume, stone dead.

The brunette wobbled on her heels, wearing a familiar grimace. "Didn't you used'ta be that singer?"

Dec didn't even flinch at pity anymore.

"You have an impressive grasp of specifics." He couldn't spare energy to play twenty embarrassing questions.

"Supposta be bigger'n Guns N' Roses." She slurred the accusation, a finger circling at her temple. "Guess not."

The ginger shrugged an apology. "She's had a rough day. You won't complain, will you?"

They were hustlers too. He should've known. Civilians didn't chat up junkies at the ass end of the food chain.

8. PitchSlam: NOT QUITE MARKETABLE, YA Contemporary


Genre:  YA Contemporary

Word Count:  80,000

Genre:  Alix is flexible and will watch whatever, but he has a weakness for comedies.  Life’s got enough stressors to deal with, so if he can escape for a little while and laugh, he’s game.  Then again, schlocky horror has been growing on him lately….

Pitch:  Chubby Alix doesn’t look like a star, but--holy crap--can he sing! When non-disclosure agreements and blacklisting trap him in a rigged TV competition, the chance to keep performing means proving passion trumps “perfection.”

First 250:
A wet spot spread across the front of Alix’s pants.  Awesome.  Because nothing made him feel more prepared to audition for a singing competition than looking like he just pissed himself.

He jumped to his feet as the impromptu shower hit.  He should’ve seen it coming.  Up until then, the teen occupying the chair beside him had acted oblivious to his presence, occasionally elbowing him in the stomach as she chatted with the surrounding contestants.  That should’ve been clue number one.  Number two was that she was a major hand talker--barely a sock puppet away from putting on a show.  When she came back from a bathroom break with a water bottle in tow?  Yeah, it didn’t take a psychic to foresee where that was going.

“Ohmigawd! I’m totally sorry!”  The culprit’s manicured hands darted to cover her mouth.  Too bad she didn’t think to put the bottle down, first.  A second wave doused him.

“It’s--oh--shoot!”  Cheeks burning in mortification, Alix tried to shake the liquid off before it soaked in.  No luck.  It was harmless--just water.  He knew that.  The girl knew that.  Every other auditioner around him knew that.  But all the cameras would see was a suspicious dark stain across the front of his jeans.

“At least it happened now, right?”  She capped the drink--finally--and placed it beside her folding chair.  “It would’ve been way worse if you had to sit here in wet pants all day.”

Strangely enough, he was inclined to disagree.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Being Awesome, Week 8

I've been completely slammed helping to judge two writing contests at once, but I also think that it's important to remember the good things in life, so I'm taking a moment to be grateful for all the awesome things out there.

  1. I am working with some amazing, talented, incredibly selfless writers. These people are donating a LOT of their time to help other writers, and some of them are in the query trenches themselves. I am amazed at the generosity and so grateful to have been asked to be included in this wonderful group.
  2. Hmmm.... look above, I think I'm grateful for adjectives. Yay adjectives!
  3. I critiqued more than 200 pitches and first pages in four days, and I read about 80 pages for NestPitch. That's A LOT of reading, and it's exhausting, but I'm proud of myself.
  4. I started to buy all 300 single-sized serving packs of Cadbury mini-eggs left at Target, but I managed to talk myself down to only 3, so that's a victory.
  5. Coffee. Yay coffee. Even better, it is awesome that I live in a place where I can have a three-pound bag of coffee delivered to my house once a month, so I will NEVER RUN OUT. 
  6. During a contest time-out, I took a break for a wine and cheese tasting with friends. I'm so glad I did. Never forget to take care of yourself, guys.
  7. I also managed my first spinning class in ages without hurting myself. So that was good. 

You. Awesome things this week? GO: 

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Being Awesome, Week 7

Another seven days, seven more awesome things:
  1. The NestPitch submission window is open! Go enter! I get to read slush! I adore reading slush.
  2. I hit 50,000 words on my work in progress! (Just in time for Camp NaNo, which I won't be doing after writing 50,000 words in March.)
  3. My nails are a lovely spring-y blue-green. If Spring ever appears outside, I will be ready (I've been ready since December, but who's counting?).
  4. On Saturday, got to go out with a real-life writing friend I met on Twitter. The movie was okay, the costumes were awesome, the company was fantastic. 
  5. While wandering the bookstore, I found a book written by a Twitter friend. There's something really exciting about being able to say, "I (soft of) know the person who wrote that!"
  6. For the first time, I nearly managed to make my husband's birthday cake correctly. Usually, I'm an awesome baker, but egg whites are my Everest. This one came out really well, and I was excited.
  7. My mother-in-law sent us a giant bag of Canadian Cadbury mini-eggs for Easter. Woo-hoo!  (They're really better, I swear.)
I just realized that it's April 1 and I should've created some amazing joke post. Oops. Ah, well. All those things really did happen. What awesome things did you do this week?