Sing. (Or, in this case, Write.)
Today is the day Golden Heart and RITA calls are made. And for the first time in quite a few years, I’m not glued to my phone. I had some personal choices that resulted in my not entering, and to tell the truth, it feels almost as good as Cinnamon Roll Day, but today is not about me.
Today is about everybody else who entered.
First, I offer great big congratulations to everybody who’s getting one of those magical calls today. As the hours pass and the names get posted, I look forward to squeeing for all of you. I really hope I’m personally acquainted with a few names, because there’s nothing like a rousing celebration to start off a Monday (and I like to use graphics in my celebrating–just ask L.A. Mitchell about the Golden Heart squee-0-gram I sent her involving the General Lee.)
And for those who sent in copies of books or copies of the first 55 pages (including synopsis), sent in your entry fee and started praying to your god(s) of choice, I not only squee heartily in your direction, I stand up and cheer! With a peppy mix tape playing loudly behind me while I make every scene in the Bring It On franchise look like a dull gray miasma of sludge and inertia! And confetti cannons that blanket the ground in glitter and colorful ribbons! And cupcakes–yes, lots and lots of cupcakes, all with your name on them!
(Yes, it looks a lot like that.)
I celebrate anybody who steps up to the bat and celebrate hard. God knows how often we strike out, get brushed back, a hit only to get tagged out at first, or a nice fat smack upside the head, so anytime you square off and face down that goal you’ve had on your list–REGARDLESS OF THE OUTCOME–then you know somebody over here is cheering for you.
That means it’s…yes, I think that means…ANTHEM TIME!!!
Pamela Cayne 