…if you don’t want to be treated like the Jonas Brothers in a room full of twelve year old girls.
Okay, so nobody cut my hair off or tore my shirt when I showed up in DC for RWA Nationals, but it was pretty darn close to being a celebrity. Or as close as I’m going to get. Cause that’s how you’re treated. Champagne. Front row reserved seats. Special little name tags. Yeah, it’s rough being a finalist.
So don’t enter if you don’t want that sweet little moniker underneath your name on every post you make to every loop. Cause nobody really looks at that.
And don’t enter if you don’t want an agent to sit up and take notice. Because agents really don’t want your name out there among editors and readers. They like their clients to hold anonymity. You know, like a surprise client who no one has ever heard of.
And don’t enter if you don’t want your picture flashed up in front of thousands of people dressed in sparky clothes. People who include Nora Roberts and Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Debbie Macomber…and I could go on and on here. Or if you don’ want your picture on RWA’s website. Or (if you win) on the back cover of the RWR.
And don’t enter if you don’t want to make friends with the other finalists. Because who wants to hang out with the competition, right? It’s much easier to trip one of them than to smile at them. And to actually be on a loop with them and listen to their whining about rejections? Oh, please. Misery really doesn’t like company. Or heaven help they actually get a sale….before you. Cause that would suck. Who needs more friends in this cut throat industry?
So, please, if you just want to be left alone on your own little island to toodle around with your ideas and character arcs, don’t risk entering the Golden Heart. Because it could bring you accolades and congratulations. And a chance to get read by that agent you really like. And champagne. And attention. And a whole new group of friends who obsesss about dresses and shoes and acceptance speeches.
And that would really suck.
Trust me, I’ve done it. There’s nothing worse than being a Golden Heart finalist.
Unless it’s a Rita finalist.
Okay, a bit tongue-in-cheek, but I’m trying to get your attention here. Trying to get you to think about what the Golden Heart final might bring you. It might not bring you anything but a piece of paper that gives you random scores telling you nothing except one person liked it and one person didn’t. No big deal. Happened to me too. BUT it might bring you a host of opportunity like it brought me this time.
After all, I am blogging on this fabulous site, and without the Golden Heart I wouldn’t be.
So polish, pray and mail it off. It may just pay off for you this year. And if it doesn’t, there’s always chocolate!
So, tell me your concerns about entering the Golden Heart. Are you going to do it? Or not?
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The moniker, the accolades, the sitting amidst the big names in our business … I can see why people don’t want to enter the Golden Heart … okay, no I can’t. Seriously, it’s a blast. Thanks for the inspiration, Amy. Great post.
Okay, if you have panic attacks at being in the spotlight…that might be a problem.
Fortunately, I’m an attention hog!