As I sit here packing up goodies for my lucky June contest winner, who will be chosen on Wednesday, I’m reflecting on the letter H. I have a hobo handbag (which was a happen-stance surprise), a pack of highlighters, heart bath fizzies, hot pink heart post-its and Hubba Bubba (watermelon of course!). Hershey’s may also be thrown in, but I haven’t decided 100% because of the humidity filled heat wave here in NC.
All week, I’ve been thinking—what can I include that starts with H? Heart shaped items were my first hit. Then I thought of honeymoon, but that’s a little out of my price range for a monthly contest. ;0)
Then my mind shifted to book elements starting with the consonant. Heroes and heroines, as well as hunks and heartthrobs who were of course “hot”. Then to add conflict an author must include hurdles to overcome. And finally what everyone reads to get to—the HEA (Happily Ever After)!
And not far behind I thought how the letter corresponded to my career. Heart-stopping moments, like when I went in for my first pitch session (and wrote about in LOVEMAKER’s query letter). Or how about the first time I got a request for full and couldn’t stop smiling as I heralded the good news to my mom? And I’ll never forget the night my eyes were hazy from editing and I clicked on my Hotmail account’s inbox. There sat the first request to buy TAKE ME IN YOUR HEART! Finally my hundreds of hours spent writing had paid off!
Afterwards I was in for some hard work (some say Hell) with revisions, but I hung tough. I wasn’t about to give up on what I’d hungered to attain for so long. And when RWA proposed changing PAN standards I handled myself like a professional and stated my case humbly. (As they say, you’ll catch more flies with honey, than with vinegar…or harassment!)
Though now all I’ve harped about with happiness has led to heartache. My publisher announced it’s filing bankruptcy, so TIES OF VALOR won’t have its day of hoopla. And sadly, I can no longer call myself PAN—a handle I had cherished.
I could be hostile, I could be hateful, but that would get me nowhere. Nor would it heal the hurt. In the aftermath of Wednesday’s happenings and the fallout afterwards one thing keeps me going—HOPE. And it doesn’t just hum from me. My friends have heaped encouraging words, positive premonitions, and heartfelt advice on me. With their help, I’ve hit the ground running (or should I say writing/typing). Hopefully some day soon I will once again be holding my head high as I holler, “I sold!”
How about you? Got any H’s related to writing you’d like to add?