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Sunday, April 7, 2013

Pitching and Winning!!!



Sorry for the tardiness of the post.  Honestly, its slipped my mind over the weekend.  :)

Okay, I went to my RWA Chapter's writing conference last weekend and had a blast.  Meet Jimmy Thomas and some fabulous writers.  I hung out with Cherry Adair (she is the BOMB) and I didn't faint when I met Shayla Black.  I thought I would be I didn't. 

Something more amazing happened to me besides the meetings, seminars, Jimmy Thomas and the fabulous authors that were there.  I signed up to pitch my contemporary, Waiting on Sunday.  Of course, you don't know WHO you are going to get until the week before and I was very nervous.  I signed up for Montlake and Samhain.  Of course, since I have NO confidence in me, I figured that I would get Montlake but oh no...I got Heather Osborn, Editorial Director for Samhain.  I about threw up when I got my time emailed to me.  I was beyond nervous.

Last Saturday, I had my pitch in my hand, and no I didn't memorize it and I found Nikki Duncan and had her read it.  She loved it and made me feel on top of the world.  Her words of encouragement settled me down and I finally felt confident.  I walked in and the nerves were there again. 

Heather is the bomb.  She made me feel confident and in 5 minutes, I walked out with the offer of a full manuscript with synopsis.  Hell yeah!  I did it and for the past week, I've been writing like a mad woman.  :)  I love my characters and this story is very near and dear to my heart.  Its my somewhat memoir of my childhood growing up in the city and visiting my relatives in Oklahoma growing up.  Uncle Jack is my godfather, Uncle Dick and when he died I was devastated.  He was my second dad and I hope that when the story is published, my relatives can see the love that I had for him and still do. 

Any woos, here is a snippet of the story for your reading pleasure. I hope that you like it.

Oh and the picture is a symbol of two things...me pitching and baseball season is here!  Go Rangers!



Waiting on Sunday Excerpt:

Please forgive NOT EDITED

“Forrest, I’m sorry,” said Donna.  “I’ll help you clean it up.”
“No worries.  What are you doing here?”
Walking past Forrest, Donna walked into the kitchen and looked around for a mop, towel or anything to clean up the mess.  Not finding what she needed, she turned around and ran into a wall of hard man and literally bounced back on her heels.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  Donna definitely grew into a woman.  She still had her auburn hair but it was cut short and flirty.  Big hazel eyes still mesmerized him and she was has headstrong as she was growing up.  Without a second to think, he grabbed her left wrist and pulled her back to his chest.  Her body molded into his and for a brief second, he lost all sensibility and rational.  What he wouldn’t give to touch her all over and feel the curves that had transformed her from girl to woman.
“What are you doing here?” Forrest asked.
“Well, hello to you too Forrest and an ‘I’m so sorry about your Uncle Jack’ would have been nice.  Not the surly snarl I just got.  You can let me go now.”
“Again…why are you here?”
“I thought I would come help you this morning.”
“Seriously, you, help me?  This isn’t City Slickers, sweetheart.”
“Too bad, Forrest.  I need to do this and to see his patients.  If not with you, then I’ll go on my own.  So what will it be?  Alone or with me?”
Damn, she looked good and she still gave as good as she got.  Grudgingly, he let go of her wrist.  He mourned the loss.
“Fine but I’m driving.”
***
After cleaning up the spilled coffee and broken coffee cup, they headed to Forrest’s truck.
My, my did Donna fill out a pair of jeans.  Watching her walk out the house and towards his truck, all he could think about was her butt in those jeans.  Donna was curvy, but had the tiniest waist.  Those jeans of hers cupped her backside like kid gloves and slung low on her hips.  Forrest loved a woman in a well-worn pair of jeans, and Donna’s were faded at the knees, and was that a rip on one of the back pockets?  Was she wearing cowboy boots on her feet?  Donna turned around and leaned against the truck door, his mouth went dry.  Was that a bellybutton ring dangling from her navel?  Damn, Donna was not the same person that left fifteen years ago.  She intrigued him more and more.
“Hey, we’re burning daylight.  Hurry it up.”
“Why are you so hell bent on doing this?”
“Because I need the closure, Forrest.  Can we just go now?”
“Why the rush?”
“Because when we are done, I have to go to the funeral home with my cousins.”

5 comments:

jean hart stewart said...

Good for you....Excerpt shows lots of possibilities and draws a reader right in. You go, girl...

Harlie Reader said...

Thanks Jean! :)

These two are fun to write. Donna's not as snarky as you think and Forrest is a big softy but he's been hurt in the past and that's what holds him back.

Harlie

Nikki said...

AWESOME!! Can't wait to read the amazing, finished product and will keep lots of fingers crossed for you! Good for you for doing the pitch!

Maria said...

Congrats on the successful pitch! Can't wait to read the published story:)

Tina Donahue said...

Major congrats, Marika!! That's awesome news. :)