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Woo Hoo…books and martinis this weekend!!!

Hi y’all…how’s everyone doing this good Friday morning?  Hope everyone is wonderful, fabulous, and outrageous and that you all have a big, fun weekend planned!  What am I doing?  Ooooohhh, so glad you asked!


Link to Expo Website for more details:  http://azwomensexpo.com/home

This is what I’m doing…I’m signing my books at the Arizona’s Ultimate Women’s EXPO, which is being held at the Phoenix Convention Center in downtown Phoenix this Saturday and Sunday.  They have some fabulous products and services that will be on display, in addition to an all-star cast of keynote speakers.


So run….don’t walk…ride a bike, ride a bus, ride a donkey…but get there!

Shhhhh….it’s a secret…rumor has it there will be a MARTINI BOOTH!  Now, that’s something I can really get behind!!!

And…if that’s not enough…I will be signing there right alongside our very own H.D.Thomson and 5 other fabulous authors:  Lizzie Bella, Carolyn Hughey/K.T.Roberts, Taylor Michaels, Arabella Thorne, and Tami Vinson.

So pack the kiddies off to the babysitter, grab your car keys (or your donkey bridle), and come join us for some super fun.  Now where is that map…I have to know the exact location of that martini booth!

That’s my story, fun and fabulous, and I’m stickin’ to it!  So hang on real tight now, ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,



Sometimes I wonder if rejection is a synonym for writing.  Maybe a close cousin?  A bastard child of writing? I just know they seem to appear in the same sentence lately.  I also think anyone who writes for any length of time and submits becomes very intimate with the word…rejection.

Today I received a rejection.  There’s nothing new in that.  Believe me I’ve received numerous rejections in and out of writing.  This one though beat my record.  I sent a completed, requested manuscript for review late on Sunday, and received a rejection when I got up this morning.  That’s a 1 1/2 day turnaround.  I’ve never gotten one that fast.  I can thank the internet for that.  It’s an amazing technological tool, and the speed of communication is amazing because of it.  The down side…those rejections can boomerang right back at you in record time. 🙂

But am I going to stop submitting?  No.  This is just another bump in my road.  The destination at the end of this road is far too important to let a little ol’ bump get in my way.


Contest Win!

Just got a call today and found out I won 1st place in the Emily Contest for Shrouded in Mystery from West Houston RWA’s chapter in their paranormal category.  A big step toward getting published. Hope the next couple of months are just as good.  I still need to hear back on three more contests.  It will be interesting to see how well I do.


No News, Good News?

Well, I haven’t heard back from the four contests I entered and finaled in back in December.  I have to admit I’m getting a bit nervous.  I guess it’s all that waiting.  What’s that saying, be careful for what you wish for?  I can just see myself in a state of panic if one never mind two editors/agents want to see more of my work.  I guess, I’ll just have to wait and see what happens.  At this point, it’s all out of my hands.  But I’m sending positive thoughts out in the universe! 🙂

Just saw a bit of Oprah last night on ‘The Secret’, which is sold by book and video.  The group behind this idea or philosophy believe that what you vocalize becomes your reallity.  It’s much more complex than that.  But they were saying that if someone asks you how you’re doing and you come back with, “I’m getting by”, more than likely that is exactly what you’re doing.  Instead, find yourself saying “Fantastic.”  Then by vocalizing it, fantastic eventually becomes your reality.  I guess it’s all similar to ‘fake it until you make it’.  I think positive affirmations and belief at succeeding is so important in life and in writing.

Have a great day, everyone!  I’m going to have a ‘fantastic’ one!


Contest: To Enter Or Not To Enter


That is the question.

I always had mixed feelings about contests.  Over the years I’ve entered a few.  I’d get good scores, then I’d get the one that always kept me from finaling and getting to an agent or editor’s desk.  I gave up on them, and decided to try my hand at submitting to agents and see where that lead me.

Well, it lead me to a thick folder of rejections.  Oh, I’d have a couple of nibbles asking for changes, but I never got that big bite.

After a couple years of this, I thought I’d try one more time going through the contest route.  Heck, what did I have to lose, other than some money?  So I tried one more time and entered five contests in over a month.  Hey, the more the merrier.  This time I did my homework.  I checked if each chapter had a score sheet online so I could gage where my entry might fair.  I weeded out the ones where the hero and heroine’s meeting was paramount, because none of my books worked that way.  Next, I checked the agent and editor looking at the final three entries.  I checked their background by word-of-mouth and on the internet.  Then I picked the ones I really, really wanted.  I didn’t want to waste my time and money on a house or agency I didn’t feel comfortable with.

I plopped 5 in the mail to the contests I thought each book had a good chance with and I waited…and waited.

Suddenly, the calls started coming.  Soon a find out that I’ve finaled in all five of the contests I entered.  I was absolutely floored.  The odds were just not in my favor for something like that happening.  Then I realized that many factors were on my side this time.  I did my research, I had more time to work on my craft and I persisted and didn’t give up.

And now I’m waiting…and waiting to see if I get another call. J

But I’m not going to give up if that phone doesn’t ring.  I’m too damn stubborn.

Carol Webb

2007 – Emily Finalist for Shrouded in Mystery in Paranormal
2006 – Suzannah Finalist for Shrouded in Mystery in Paranormal
2006 – BEACON Finalist for Shrouded in Darkness in Paranormal
2006 – CTRWA Connections Finalist for Shrouded in Illusion in Paranormal
2006 – 3rd place in VOS’ Hot Prospect Contest for The Long Road Home in Short Contemporary
Two Time Gold Heart Finalist

My Love Affair…

No I’m not talking about my boyfriend, husband or significant other.  I’m talking about my computer.  Last month, I loved how I could edit, print, and check my bank balance with the touch of a button.  But that love affair has gone down the toilet along with my bank balance.
1 hour with my internet provider, 2 calls to Toshiba, 2 visits to a computer store, 1 computer person coming to my home,1 purchase of a new computer—and still I am no further than I was a 2 weeks ago.
Right now I’m waiting for the phone to ring to find out if my ‘new’ computer is ready to be picked up with all the virus protection a woman can buy.  Hey, you need all do the protection you can get now-a-days. 😉


Computers.  Don’t ya just love ‘em? 🙂

Carol Webb

Finalist in the Emily Contest!

I just got the call yesterday from a contest coordinator that I finaled in the Emily Contest in their Paranormal Category for Shrouded in Mystery.  The competition was fierce I’m told, which makes it so much sweeter by learning that I’m 1 of 3 who finaled in that catagory
This is the 4th contest I’ve entered and finaled.  I finaled under the short contemporary category in Valley of the Sun’s Hot Prospect contest several weeks before.  Then two weeks ago I got the call on another paranormal romance, Shrouded in Darkness.  This romance finaled in the The Beacon Contest from First Coast Romance Writers under their Paranormal Category.  Last week I received another call from the contest coordinator of the North Louisiana Story Tellers & Authors of Romance.  I finaled in their Suzannah contest for Shrouded in Mystery.  I’ve entered 5 contests and finaled in 4!  I’m just amazed.  I haven’t heard back on the 5th contest.  It would be too bizarre if I finaled in that one too.

Strangely, these books have been around for a while with some changes here and there.  People have told me perseverance is the key to success, and it looks like it may be paying off.  I’ve been writing for far too many years than I like to advertise! 

What a way to start the year.  Now I just need that book contract!
Happy New Year!


Today’s not my day to blog, but what the heck.  I think we’re all off this week.  I went to the gym today to try to work off the turkey that attached itself to my hips yesterday, and I brought my Romance Writers Report to read.  I was going through the first sales and reading everyone.  Then I did a double take when I read Judi Thoman’s name under first sales for Thoroughly Mannerly Millicent.  It just brought I huge grin to my face.  One of the first thoughts that popped in my head was “I know her!  That’s just amazing!”

I think of Judi’s first sale and Tina’s cover on ‘Take it off’, and I smile some more.  Then I smile even more when I realize Kayce Lassiter finaled in the Valley of the Sun’s Hot Prospect contest for THE MARILYN CLUB under the Chick Lit/Women’s fiction catagory, and I also finalled in the same contest under the short contemporary catagory.

In just a few short months, we’ve made some major leaps and I really feel we’re going to have some amazing accomplishments in the coming year.

Tonight, that martini is going to taste damn good.

Carol Webb

Butterscotch Martini Girl

The Long Road Home

Well, Antoinette, you’ve just convinced me to take the plunge.  I was hesitant to post any excerpts of my books because I’m not yet published, but here goes.  This is from a contemporary romance that I wrote years ago.  I really enjoyed writing this.

Suddenly, the door opened.  Stumbling back, Clarisse just missed being hit by inches.  Jennifer slipped into the room and closed the door behind her.
“Did he leave?” Clarisse asked.
“No, he’s still out there–no doubt pacing the floor and wanting to wring my neck.  I don’t think he likes me anymore.”
“And I wonder why?  It sounded like you were yelling at him from the top of your lungs.”
Jennifer’s lips twisted into a wry grimace.  “Yes, well, I did manage to convince him to take you to California.  Though, I think I should’ve let him walk out of here.”
The frown puckering Jennifer’s brow rattled Clarisse’s nerves even further.  “Why?”
“I’m sorry, Clarisse.  When I heard John was going to San Diego I thought it a perfect opportunity for the two of you to get together.  I’d always thought you were meant for each other.  We were all shocked when everyone heard you’d broken up–”
“Jennifer, get to the point.  What are you trying to tell me?”  Clarisse didn’t like the anxiety in her friend’s hazel eyes.
“His girlfriend’s in the car.”  When Clarisse didn’t immediately answer, Jennifer frowned in concern.   “Didn’t you hear?  He’s got his girlfriend with him.  He never mentioned someone else coming along–never mind a woman!  You’ve got to believe me.  I would never have set it up if I’d known.”
“I heard.”  Clarisse shoved down her panic and gave Jennifer a wobbly smile.  She was beyond shock.  “I really have no option now, do I?  I need to get to my sister’s wedding on the fourteenth.”
She’d been a model once.  The occupation had required some form of acting.  Today and for the next several days, she would have to use that ability to show John that she was over him.  And maybe, if she pretended long enough, she would convince herself that he didn’t have the power to hurt her.
With shaking fingers, Clarisse feathered her hair back from her face.  Then she tossed the cane on Jennifer’s bed and brushed the creases from her pants.   “But I’ll be damned if he’ll see me as an invalid.”
“Are you crazy!”  Jennifer’s hand came up and rested against the wall between them, barring Clarisse’s path to the door.  “You can’t go out there without your cane!”
“Just watch me.”  She waited, meeting Jennifer’s determined gaze.
Jennifer backed down first.  She pulled away from the wall and muttered, “God, you can be so stubborn.”
“Don’t worry.  I’m not that crazy.  Believe it or not, I can live without the cane.  It’s just that I’ve become so used to it that I’m having a hard time putting it aside.”  Clarisse gave her a cocky smile, though inside, she felt far from confident.  Her knee still hadn’t completely healed from this last surgery, and acting as if nothing was wrong for the next couple of days might drastically delay her recovery.
Straightening her shoulders, Clarisse inhaled deeply and opened the bedroom door.  She stepped across the threshold, then stopped.  John stood in the center of room.  He appeared taller, bigger than she remembered, dwarfing the small living area and furniture within it.
Clearing her throat, she murmured, “Hi, John.”



The Art of Procrastinating

I never thought of myself as much of a procrastinator until I started writing.  I’ll find any excuse not to sit in front of the computer and WRITE.  Forget something like dinner.  Any little thing on my computer will do just fine.  Emails are a perfect delaying tactic, and if I start working on my web site, well, I can tell you, I’m not going to get any writing done for that day. I’ll even stare at the screen forever before I get a word done.
When this web site started up, I thought ‘perfect’.  I can delay my writing just a bit longer by checking out the site on a daily basis.  As I write this, I’m delaying my writing just a bit longer.  It’s amazing that if I delay long enough, evening’s arrived and I’m so brain dead by that time, I can’t think of a word to write.
Strange part, I can do this day after day.