As a reserved Brit, I was taught not to blow my own trumpet. People who drone on about their own achievements are boorish (so we're taught). It's a strange characteristic of the British that we love the underdog. But let that underdog pull him or herself up out of the mire and start doing rather nicely thank you and we get all huffy and suddenly want them to fall flat on their face.
Therefore, it is a breath of fresh air to be surrounded by Americans who far from holding back on sharing their accomplishments, shout them from the rooftops--or more aptly--broadcast them around the Internet. And generously support their fellow writers with enthusiasm.
I've had to learn one gets nowhere in life by sitting quietly in the corner hoping to be noticed.
On that note, I'm delighted to announce my American Title finaling story The Magic Knot is a finalist in the Golden Heart!
Come July, I'll be filing into the ballroom at the Marriott in San Francisco with many other hopefuls, fingers crossed, praying to win.
Wish me LUCK!
(Oh, and please forgive me the abbreviated blog today. I only had two hours sleep last night!)