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It’s November 10th, 2016, and I have so many thoughts. Most of them aren’t suitable for this blog, but a few are pertinent and I feel the need to share. If this election has taught me anything, it’s shown me that writers, artists, musicians, filmmakers, TV producers, and any and all creative types are more important today…
Like so many writers in the query trenches, I spend a lot of time reading “how I found my agent” stories online. Depending on the day, I find the exercise either torturous or inspirational. Sometimes all I get from a story, especially one where the author received an immediate offer on her first submission, is a squirmy feeling…
The following is an actual conversation my husband had with a friend recently. Friend: “How’s Angie’s writing going?” Husband: “Good. She finaled in another contest.” Friend: “Awesome. What a nice hobby for her.” My reaction: It drives me absolutely bonkers when people describe my writing as a “hobby.” Paint by numbers is a hobby. Building sculptures out of…
If you’re a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), you’ve probably seen notices for the myriad RWA chapter contests that are offered throughout the year. Perhaps you’ve even thought about entering a few. But where to begin? What’s the point of a contest? Which one(s) should you enter? For those…
Revising a manuscript can be a torturous, soul-sucking experience. At least it feels that way when you’re in the thick of it. Motivation wanes, and Netflix starts to look mighty tempting…which is why I was so pleased to learn that my romantic suspense work-in-progress, THE HUSTLER, recently finaled in two more RWA chapter…
This has been a terrific year for Angie Hockman’s romantic suspense novel, THE HUSTLER! Angie submitted THE HUSTLER to several RWA chapter contests this spring, and in addition to winning Utah RWA’s Great Beginnings contest and Chicago-North RWA’s Fire & Ice contest, Angie’s manuscript recently placed first in the romantic suspense…
Writing a novel while raising small children is like trying to run a marathon uphill, through the mud, barefoot. At least it is for me. Then again, I’m not supermom. I’m not the woman who exudes effortlessness with her perfectly applied makeup, homemade organic cranberry muffins in her purse, and children who look like they just stepped out…
