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Letter to an Aspiring Author

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Dear Author,

Forgive me for this bout of sentimentality, but I’m a reflective sort of person. Last year, on this day, the Friday before RWA conference, I received a call on my cell phone while at work. Blithely, I called the number back when I had a break and found that it rang to the message machine of Harlequin Mills & Boon in the UK. An English accent never sounded more lovely!

The actual “Call” wouldn’t come for another several days. I had the weekend to stew, my agent had other editors to nudge, and after a little bit of this and a little bit of that, I sold Butterfly Swords five days later on Wednesday morning in Washington D.C. at RWA ’09.

It was an exciting conference for me, to sell right there among so many friends. I was also up for a Golden Heart award. Someone asked me if I still wanted to win even though I’d sold.

“Heck, yeah, I want it,” I said. “Winners always want the ball.” (Extra credit for anyone who can place that quote.)

You see, I’m absolutely awful at playing it cool and nonchalant. Some people try to downplay the possibility of disappointment by voicing their denials. I have as much self-doubt as the next person, but I’ve always been someone who fell on the side of saying, “Yes, I want it, I want it. Disappointment, I dare you to smack me in the face.”

Because can’t we all admit, we all WANT IT?

Neither approach affects the outcome. The Golden Heart scores were already tallied and that envelope was already sealed. But maybe the attitude does matter. Maybe just admitting your dreams proudly, as vulnerable as that makes you, affects you in little ways — affects your pen upon the page, trying just a little harder to pull out the words from inside you.

Anyway, it’s RWA time again. A bunch of authors, hopefuls, and the rest of Romancelandia will be converging on Orlando. I’ll be heading there and not blogging for the entire week.

This year, I’m presenting the Golden Heart award in the historical category and I just wanted to say to whoever the winner is going to be, and also to all the other writers who are pitching, networking, and waiting for “The Call”:

Aim high. Dream big. It can happen, it can happen, it can happen. Exactly as you dream.

You don’t have to play it cool.

Good luck.

– Jeannie Lin

The RWA conference cha-cha

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I don’t think I’d be able to handle not going to RWA conference. This will be my fifth year going and it’s an addictive yearly ritual.

This year I’ve been dancing double time, though less concentrating on preparing a pitch and shopping for clothes. I feel like I’m going to really be a part of the conference this year. I’m presenting in two workshops and giving away the Golden Heart award in my category. I even loved stapling and folding all the excerpt booklets for Butterfly Swords by hand for the goody tables. It feels like an amazing journey from when I stumbled through conference five years ago in Atlanta, wet behind the ears and completely at a loss.

A bit of confession. I’ve probably spent the most time preparing for the Dress for Historical Success workshop — as my YouTube video can attest. I’ve practiced Tang Dynasty-esque hair dos that I can do on my own. And yesterday….tee hee…yesterday I put on my costume to practice walking in it. I also tried out the swords and couldn’t resist playing dress up and striking a few Wing Chun poses.

I felt like a kid playing in the yard with my brother and cousin Mary, pretending I was a wuxia heroine. (I’m alone at home, btw. Hubby is thankfully away on business so he doesn’t have to be subjected to this outlandish behavior.)

When I say it’s a dream come true to publish this book, I’m not just talking about the dream of being a writer. There’s so much more behind it. The movies we watched, the games we played, the endless TVB videos my grandmother would dub late into the night (illegal by the way…shh….)

I can’t stop smiling. I’m looking forward to every moment of RWA conference this year and, I must warn, there might be just a little bit of strutting when I’m in costume.