We have a judge!
Before I name her, I want to reiterate what I have often said in blog posts over the years. If at first you don’t succeed, try try again. Or persevere. Or never, ever quit. Because quite frankly, you don’t know what the heck is going on, on the other side of your journey. And the story of this judge is the perfect example.
I was introduced to my next First Line Contest judge at the PASIC reception in New York by my agent. I could tell from their camaraderie they had a mutual affection and respect for each other. I immediately liked this lady. She was warm, funny, and cute. She is also smart. As editors should be. I had a feeling at that time our paths would cross again, and in a good way.
Fast forward to last month. As many of you know I’ve been swamped. With writing and life, but in the back of my mind the thought of securing an editor was there, lurking. I wanted someone who was acquiring, someone in a reputable house, someone who was fun, not stuffy. Someone I had made a connection with. I knew who this person was. I met her in NYC in March. I emailed my agent to get her email addy and wrote what I thought was a lite heartfelt email to this editor. I didn’t beat around the bush either. I told her I wanted her, and I told her why. I hit the send button and frankly expected a response by the end of the day. Umm, there wasn’t one. Or the next day. Or the next. I resent the email the following week. Now mind you, I had put my name in the subject line and figured at the very least she might have a niggling memory of meeting me! Another week passed. Nada. 🙁
This past Tuesday I emailed my agent and asked her to confirm the addy. I gave a little 🙁 in the email saying I hoped at the very least my emails had landed in the spam dungeon and not, god forbid, been deleted or ignored!
Well, the editor in question had recently gotten married and changed her name. Hence her email had changed. After getting the correct email I sent my original email to her. Within 5 minutes she replied and said she would be happy to judge!
Whew. She remembered me. Talk about an ego boost!
Moral of the story: keep trying.
So it is my great pleasure to announce that St. Martins’ editor, formerly known as Hilary Rubin, will be my next First Line Contest final judge!
Hilary, if you read this, thank you again!
So to all who are chomping at the bit, start honing those first lines. I hope to get underway in mid September. The start date is contingent on how quickly I can wrap up KISS OF THE KINIGHT.
Ciao for now,