If you’re on Wattpad you probably already know about the Wattys. If not, here’s a brief introduction.
Every year Wattpad holds a writing contest. There are several categories like visual storytelling, writer’s debut, hidden gems and of course people’s choice.
As it so happens the People’s Choice Award is today August 1st. In this year’s Wattys I’ve entered my work in progress romance novel “Dreaming of You.”
And so I need your help. To help “Dreaming of You” claim this Watty I’ll need as many tweets, votes and hearts as possible.
How? Well, I wouldn’t ask you to blindly nominate my story. But if after reading it and you’ve found that you’ve enjoyed the story, then please do click to tweet your nomination. Or copy, paste and tweet: I nominate “Dreaming of You” as #mywattyschoice http://w.tt/29xZuCW #wattys2016 #romance
Or help “Dreaming of You” claim any of the other Watty awards by showing how much you like it with a vote. How? Just click on the star in the upper right hand corner or above the comment section. If you’re reading on the Wattpad app, the star is found at the bottom of your screen.
Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakes.- Carl Jung
We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.-Joseph Campbell
Spring has left the world. There was no spring or hope. And apparently Sharon didn’t get the memo.
If she had, then she would’ve known that there will be days like this. Would’ve been better prepared when the mechanic told her she needed new brakes. She would’ve seen it coming that she had to get to her son’s daycare and to her office by bus. Hell, she would’ve loved it if she’d gotten a heads up that the man in the trench coat beside her would give her and the other riders his version of The Full Monty.
Yup, spring was gone. With no sign of it showing up anywhere soon. Even the cherry blossoms were predicted to bloom late. And when Sharon finally made it to her office, after dropping her son CJ at the daycare behind the building where she had her practice, she prayed that the day wouldn’t get any worse. Because no one knew better than her, that when it rains, it floods.
“Not now, Chrissy,” said Sharon as she burst through the door of her practice forty minutes late. She glanced quickly at the corner of her left eye to her receptionist as she sat back down and replaced her phone headset on her head.
Brown hair and brown eyes rich and creamy like a Godiva dark chocolate, Crissy was the kind of quiet Elmer Fudd would appreciate in a person. Other than being a hard worker and an only child, Sharon didn’t know anything else about her aside what she listed on her resume. But she also sensed a deep sadness within the young woman that called to her.
If only Chrissy would open up to her, thought Sharon, as she felt Chrissy’s eyes follow her as she passed the reception straight to her office door.
The mahogany desk dwarfed the woman. All the furniture Sharon chosen were large. The desk and matching cabinet had to be to hold all the current and future new patient files. As well as office supplies. It was practical. Even the candy dish strategically placed on the desk and closest to the door had a purpose.
Every morning, Chrissy filled the bowl with peppermint candy. Seeing a psychiatrist is not always an easy decision for people to make. The menthol found in peppermint helps relieve the stress that some of her patients, mostly the ones seeing a shrink for the first time. Sharon wanted her patients to be relaxed and comfortable as possible after they walked in through the door.
Also another reason the furniture in the reception area was large. Sharon wanted to give off the feeling of a heart large enough to soothe and comfort. The walls were painted a light blue to compliment with the cream carpeting.
To the right were two photograph of sunrises in white frames. Both great finds from the Art Plus art gallery in Potomac Mills Mall. And hung above the grey, plush sofa that curved as if it wanted nothing more but to give you a hug.
Know any readers on Wattpad, especially those that enjoy reading romance? Please recommend it, and if they have a Twitter account, to vote as well.
Do you have a profile on Wattpad? Have you entered the Wattys before? Are you taking part now? Have a favorite romance/romance sub-genre book or author? Have a favorite romance trope? (I like the fake lovers and contract marriage trope)
PS. The cover above was designed for me by @Tomorrowland. But I also made a cover myself using Canva.com which I’ll talk a little more about on Wednesday for IWSG day.
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