The Olympic Games of 2012 open tonight in London and I feel like I'm in the running for a medal in writing. I am taking my writing game to the next level by attending my first REAL writing conference. I'm feeling the burn! I hadn't planned to pitch my novel Wavelength but when the agents opened up more two minute slots, I said "Why shouldn't I? If not now, when?"
It seems like I had to go against my tendency to devalue what I do. No. It's not that. It's fear. Fear of someone else not liking or approving what I've done. Fear of my creation being snubbed or discarded. I chose to not live in fear of "what if". I've decided to live in expectation of "what could be."
I had worked last night creating a pitch on my computer. I was planning to make the pitch on Saturday, but the agent suddenly announced he would see the extra signups today. One big problem -- my laptop's battery was going dead. I fired it up praying that it would last.
It didn't. I sat in front of the agent [a handsome 20 something man from New York] and condensed my plot line and main characters into no more than ten sentences. I think I did it in less than six. I answered the one question he asked. Then he reached into his jacket pocket and handed me a card. "I'd like to see how you set this up. Send me a query and three chapters." I took the card, said thank you, and tried not to dance as I left the library of the Alumni Center at Ball State University.
Go for the gold! Even if the world doesn't give you a medal, you'll never regret believing you belong on the track.
Here's a link to the conference. http://www.midwestwriters.org
Look for me. I know they took my picture!
It seems like I had to go against my tendency to devalue what I do. No. It's not that. It's fear. Fear of someone else not liking or approving what I've done. Fear of my creation being snubbed or discarded. I chose to not live in fear of "what if". I've decided to live in expectation of "what could be."
I had worked last night creating a pitch on my computer. I was planning to make the pitch on Saturday, but the agent suddenly announced he would see the extra signups today. One big problem -- my laptop's battery was going dead. I fired it up praying that it would last.
It didn't. I sat in front of the agent [a handsome 20 something man from New York] and condensed my plot line and main characters into no more than ten sentences. I think I did it in less than six. I answered the one question he asked. Then he reached into his jacket pocket and handed me a card. "I'd like to see how you set this up. Send me a query and three chapters." I took the card, said thank you, and tried not to dance as I left the library of the Alumni Center at Ball State University.
Go for the gold! Even if the world doesn't give you a medal, you'll never regret believing you belong on the track.
Here's a link to the conference. http://www.midwestwriters.org
Look for me. I know they took my picture!
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