5. Standing in a long line to pitch to one agent, asking the
two nice ladies behind me if they’d mind saving my place while I pitched to an
editor with no line, getting to do it, and having both the editor and agent ask
to see pages.
4. My roommate, Karen, who may have used my toothbrush accidentally,
but was still the best roommate imaginable, talking me through my nerves about
pitching, practicing with me, and putting up with me staying up until midnight
Friday working on my synopsis.
3. Meeting agent Roseanne Wells at the hotel poolside
accidentally, getting to talk to her about my book and agenting and her
adorable socks for 20 minutes, (I think I was supposed to keep the socks a secret) and having her request a full manuscript.
2. Meeting a passel of people as enthusiastic about writing
as I am, who want to exchange help and critiques and ideas and gush about our
love of the semicolon together.
1. Coming home to a mess of things to do ASAP: email new
writer friends, blog post, send out requested materials to 9 Agents and 2
Editors, put clips up on my blog, edit my synopsis.
The #1 worst thing? I really want to curl up
with the wife and dog and veg out for the evening.
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