To say that I get a little intense about my projects/interests/hobbies is a gross understatement, on par with saying “New York is a big city” and “gosh, that Apple company made a bit of money this year.” So my pre-NaNoWriMo research stint in October resulted in my RSS and Twitter feeds exploding with Wrimos, publishing houses, agents and, of course, writers.
I stumbled upon one group of writers who all seem to be of mutual acquiantance and have been gathered up into a formidable army of mentors for #PitchWars, hosted by an incredibly energetic and well-organized Brenda Drake. Today marked the lauch of the mentors’ bios and the start date for submissions to those mentors.
I truly felt like the too-young kid being kept inside by an overprotective parent, pressing her nose up against the window, watching all the cool older kids playing kick the can in the street. You see, I can’t participate in #PitchWars because I don’t have a finished manuscript.
I have been kicking myself for not starting my novel sooner since the day I heard about this contest. The format, the mentors (I’ve been stalking 4 or 5 for weeks now, is that creepy?), the whole idea of it is so appealing that I am dying inside that I have to sit this one out. Why didn’t I start writing this novel last year? Five years ago? When I was 15 years old and first came up with the idea?
I don’t know the answer to that, but I am absolutely certain that this is a sign. If finding a mentor who will volunteer to work his or her butt off with you and subsequently pitching an agent with a polished manuscript can be made into a wickedly fun competition, writing is clearly for me.
Let this be a warning to the mentors and agents who will be in PitchWars 2.0 – I’m coming, and I’m coming to win.
For those of you who could be participating, I only have this to say: