The Bad Girlz are the salt bae of glitter. Ask my hotel room door how I know.
You’re thinking, Sally, your post is late.
Yes, yes, it is. I’m running late because I don’t really want to write it, but I will. Being a part of this blog must’ve been fun, because I feel as though I just got here. My favorite memory is of M&M a few years back when the Bad Girlz glitterbombed me. Guys, I sometimes need more fun and frivolity in my life, and the Bad Girlz took me in and embraced me. They threw glitter at my door, made me leave my hotel room in Dallas, taught me how to raise my glass, and lit adult beverages on fire with me.
It has truly been a pleasure to join such a talented group of ladies. For all the fun we have, my fellow Bad Girlz are also dedicated to the business of happily ever afters, and I’ve learned a lot from them. So, thanks, ladies, for letting me tag along on this endeavor. You brought me fun when I was in danger of drowning due to losing my category. You made me stop and dance when being GRW president was stressing me out. You are the most enthusiastic dancers at any M&M and, as we proved this year, RWA as well.
Thank you, Bad Girlz, for reminding me to have fun while I navigated those first years of publication. Thank you, readers, for dropping by and reading about morticians, house tours, my cussing habit. how not to be a healthy writer, and, yes, sexy corn. <–My first post. *sniff*
Five years ago, the Bad Girlz blog was founded with the mission of helping to spread the hard-won lessons we had learned on our paths toward publication. We wished there had been someone around to tell us things like how to compose a query or write a great love scene, and we hoped to help fill that void.
At the time, we were all at the very beginnings of our careers. Since then, we’ve branched off in a whole host of different directions, each pursuing the path that calls to us. We’ve grown and shared, added new members and watched others move on to other endeavors. The advice we’ve given has shifted from pitching and commas to surviving a contract and not giving in to despair.
Personally, I’m insanely proud of the work we’ve done in pursuit of our mission. But I’m even prouder of something else that happened along the way.
We might have set out to help others, but we became a support system and a lifeline for each other.
So many ladies here have already said it, but having a tribe is essential in this business. Writers need other writers. With the help of these ladies, I’ve grown from a shy woman who overused the passive voice to a confident writer with a style all my own—both in my closet and on the page. I couldn’t ask for better friends to share the amazing highs and the desolate lows of a career in publishing with.
While we’re winding down the blog, there will never be an end to the knowledge to be gained or the friendships to be made.
Keep on dancing, fellow Bad Girlz. Keep on writing. And remember to always raise your glass.