This weekend I’m going to a writer’s conference. I’m excited – I love the opportunity to learn, grow and improve in this delicate craft called writing.
In addition to attending I’m pitching to a young and energetic agent that is asking for ‘beautiful dark stories’ and ‘re-tellings with a twist’. That’s what she WANTS!
And guess what? That’s what I’m pitching. My baby is what she’s actively seeking… What she wants to rep…
This is one of those times what you can only prepare so much. Do your homework and stay calm – ultimately it’s all about the book. I know this. I can do this.
And yet there’s that ‘first day of school syndrome’. You know what I mean: sending your kiddo off with a big smile even though your heart is lodged in your throat and your stomach is churning. Of course you can’t let anyone know that’s how you’re feeling, that wouldn’t be okay… And you don’t want to make anyone to know how nervous you really are.
Yep, exactly like pitching.
Here’s hoping I do Medusa justice AND send her off on the first day of a Long and fruitful career.