I'm going to toot my own horn here, my friends. I actually do, occassionally, actually write. My crit partners, Mary and Dawn, encouraged me to start entering contests. Which was kind of dumb of them, because that meant that I would be bugging them for more critiquing than usual. So I have been whipping into shape the first couple of chapters of The Novel That Won't Get Itself Finished by Itself, aka Safe Harbor (which is not a great name, mostly because there are like 50 other romances with the same name out there).
I entered the NEORWA Cleveland Rocks contest, and guess what?! I'm a finalist in the Contemporary Series category. How fun is that?
I won't know if I'm the Supreme Writer of the Universe for a while, but really...it's an honor just to be nominated. Hey, I'm motivated to finish the next chapter now (really...all future editors and agents who might be reading this...I'm WAY farther along than chapter 3. Like, I've almost got 4 done...really).