PITMAD and the Long Shot

Hey, are you on Twitter? 😺

Tomorrow (Thursday, December 3) I’m taking part in my first #PitMad.

What the hell is that?

It’s a Twitter event where writers with completed manuscripts can pitch them via tweet and

*allegedly* agents and publishers who click the heart/like button on your pitch-tweet are formally inviting you to then submit your manuscript (or a query or whatever they want).

But friends and strangers will “like” your tweet as a show of support and apparently some people freak out about that but I think any kind of show of support is nice.

And you really got to be in a place I’m not to assume that a “like” is definitely an agent.

In contrast, I assume it’s a potential new friend.

And yeah… it is kind of sad to use a blog post to discuss a Twitter event when it’s on Twitter which is a social media platform but it’s taken two years of me slowly, painfully restructuring and rewriting my memoir…

and then a year of me slowly, painfully coming to understand Twitter…

and now the day has arrived. So I’m venting.

PitMad happens four times a year so this isn’t even my single only chance.

So, after a year of stress and rejection and bad news BUT NOT DEATH OR COVID, I guess I’m investing a little too much emotion into this event.

It’s almost more stress to succeed and then have to submit. 😱

In any case, tomorrow I will make three pitches throughout the day.

And here they are (well, below all this text). What do you think?

Would you read this book? You already read this blog so… well, the book is a better written, longer version of this blog. 😺

And I got great feedback already so these pitches are updated… thank you JJ and M!!!!!!!!!

Pitch #1

Diagnosed w epilepsy at age 13 (is this puberty?!). No time to dwell. From patient to caregiver. Ambulances, oncologists and neurologists. Parties and fundraisers. Stunned orphan and electrified. Loss, letting go and holding on. Unexpected humor w relatable grief + honesty

#MEM #A #MH #Dis #PitMad

Pitch 2

WHAT DOESNT KILL U MAKES U WEIRD AT PARTIES. Diagnosed w epilepsy at age 13 (is this puberty!?). From patient to caregiver. Hospice and fundraising. Ambulances and wolves. Riding the terror and cackling for survival. Unexpected humor w relatable grief

#MEM #A #MH #Dis #PitMad

Pitch 3

WHAT DOESNT KILL U MAKES U WEIRD AT PARTIES. Diagnosed w epilepsy at age 13 (is this puberty!?). From patient to caregiver. Hospice and fundraising. Letting go and holding on. Electrified and cackling for survival. Unexpected humor + relatable coping

#MEM #A #MH #Dis #PitMad

Pitch #2

Diagnosed w epilepsy at age 13 (is this puberty?!). No time to dwell. Ambulances, specialists and mysterious cancers. Helpless witness, stunned orphan and electrified. Loss, letting go and holding on. Unexpected humor w relatable grief + honesty #Mem #A #MH #Dis #PitMad

Pitch #3

Diagnosed w epilepsy just before starting junior high = (smiling for survival). Ambulances, specialists, the Yahtzee of meds and mysterious cancers which won. Loss, letting go and holding on. Unexpected humor w relatable grief + honesty #Mem #MH #Dis #PitMad

Personally, I go from feeling quite satisfied with them to

HATING THEM SO MUCH.

🦖

This morning I found out that the single application I sent out last week when I engaged in a quality flurry of job applications to move forward is a

job at the IRS.

Huh.

Of all the job sites, that’s the place which felt I was for them.

The IRS.

So hopefully the writer thing works out because I’m not sure about working for the IRS.

But who knows. It could be great. If I could go after only super wealthy people who skip out on taxes via loopholes, it could be my kind of work.

In any case, creating options. 🖤 It will be interesting to see what the future holds.

Happy Wednesday, everyone. Stay safe. 🥰