Nine days ago, I entered a pitchfest hosted by the Hearts Through History chapter of RWA. I'd just received their newsletter and read the announcement of the event, which ended at midnight.
Post your first 200 words for publishing editors to read.
I'd labored over the first chapter of Stormy for three years. It had helped me place in contests and earned me scathing criticism. A simple copy, paste and post might not help, but it couldn't hurt. So I did, expecting nothing.
This arrived last Wednesday:
I am excited to inform you Theresa Cole from Entangled has requested your FULL manuscript of Stormy Hawkins.
Good luck and CONGRATULATIONS!
HHRW Chapter President
I was shocked. The final five chapters aren't written.
So that's what I'm doing now. Feverishly. Crit loop friends are rallying 'round and sending scenes back practically as fast as I write them.
The surprise is that my hubby, who has always doubted my ability to finish the story (he doesn't understand rejections and rewrites), is now my in-house cheerleader.
I thought I'd self-publish this story. And I will, if Entangled rejects it.
But while I rush toward The End, my hopes are high.