DUDES!

I'm BLOGGING! Never thought I'd see the day were I actually blogged something. I'm not one to jump on new technology--I mean, I just burned my first CD last month. You can't move too quickly on this new technology crap. I mean, look how long the 8-track lasted...

I'll jump in (bravely) by sharing my GH scores. For those that don't know, the Golden Heart contest sponsored by RWA (Romance Writers of America) is THE contest. It's the most expensive, the most nerve-wracking and all you get is a tiny sheet of paper telling you your scores and your grouping within the masses. Of course, if you final, lots of good things happen, but I've decided I have a better chance of getting hit by lightning than making the final grouping at this point.

So drumroll please.... The scores are (on a scale of 1-9): 8, 8, 8.2, 8.3, and 5, total of 37.50, second quarter. OH, and I entered paranormal this year, with the addition of a ghost and butt-kicking angels to my book...Which means my poor ghosts were battling against vampires and werewolves and other dark paranormal type creatures that my gentle soul just doesn't get. But that's a whole different barrel of apples.

Now, I'm ripped about that 5. My goal for the contest was to launch myself OUT of the freaking bottom half, where I had resided with the other bottom feeders for several years (no offense to you bottom feeders--I like you and I wish I could bring you all with me to the top. Honest). My first goal was to get something other than straight 6's. But that damned 5...Granted, it's not a 6, but it was 'just' enought to kept me OUT of the very elusive top quarter by .60. FYI, 5 used to be my favorite number, but not anymore. I'm changing it to 5.60.

So that's that until next November when the GH madness begins yet again. Now I'm off now to pay a deposit for the boy child's birthday party at this go-kart, laser tag, token place that will suck the change out of my pockets faster than a cockroach on a restaurant floor. God help me. Of course, the kids have to LIVE to go to the go-kart/token place (they slept at grandma's last night, need I say more). At the rate they are going, I may get a quiet afternoon alone.