A few weeks ago, I held my breath, said a little prayer to the writing gods, and submitted a chapter to the So You Think You Can Write contest at Harlequin.
I knew it was good. Knew it in my bones. But I never, not for a minute, expected anything to come of it.
Which isn’t to say I didn’t worry about it. On the contrary, I checked for new comments on my entry every day. Stalked the hashtag on Twitter. Read other entries in all my spare minutes and despaired at their awesomeness.
But I didn’t think there was a chance in hell I’d make the first cut.
Then this arrived in my inbox.
Read the rest on my author’s blog.