Virtually Ecstatic

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I love it when I open up my email in the morning and there, buried among the updates I can’t remember signing up for and urgent invitations to spend money, is a jewel, a golden nugget, a genuinely juicy piece of virtual mail. .

Like today, when I opened my inbox to find the entries I’ll be judging for the Passionate Plume Contest. I signed up to be a judge so long ago, I’d almost forgotten about it. But Holley Trent, Passionate Ink’s Vice President and the coordinator of the contest didn’t. She sent me two tidy little digital packets of erotic romance goodness to read, enjoy and evaluate.

I’ve got a million things to check off my to-do list before I settle in to read them, but like a little kid left alone with brightly wrapped presents under the Christmas tree, I couldn’t resist taking a tiny peek.

Big mistake.

I don’t really need to get that chapter written, do I? Or tackle that pile of laundry that has grown so large and unruly it seems to be developing a personality? That can wait. Same with the empty fridge. Canned beans count as a vegetable, I’m pretty sure. And when you’re a romance writer, any romance reading you do is research, right?

Fellow Passionate Ink members, if you’re a competitor in the the contest, I wish you the best of luck. And if you’re a judge? Same. Choosing a winner is not going to be easy.

I know you can’t judge a book by its cover. Or its blurb. Or its first page (Okay, chapter. I admit it. I’ve got a reading problem.). But they do give you some idea of what to expect. If the quality of submissions matches what I’ve read so far, we Passionate Plume judges are going to have a hard time narrowing it down.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some reading, I mean laundry to do.