Batter Up - Swing and a Pitch!

It's my first #PitMad today, guys.

All of twitter is atwitter with buzz. Writers are pitching their unpublished manuscripts today on the twatter! And agents are at the ready. A "like" from an agent means - send me your work.

I'm so nervous.

There is no holding of my breath - there are SO many writers pitching their work, so I don't expect an agent to notice mine. Not that I wouldn't FALL OFF MY CHAIR if that happened... Yeah, I'm still excited, because I love my pitch and I got quite a few compliments from the internet powers that be, meaning users, meaning the ones I connected with before now. Meaning other writers.

Another writer saying, "WOW BESTSELLER, MUCH?!"

I mean. That took my breath away.

That's what I want.

I just sent my third and final (per the rules) #PitMad pitch out into the internet ether. It's a good feeling - a release.

Most of the queries I have sent have been outstanding for just over a month. I feel like I'm on the cusp of seeing where this thing goes. I know it will all be a waiting game regardless, and I'll have to call on my patience and some CBD vape to keep the anxiety at bay.

If y'all haven't tried CBD for physical and mental pains, y'all are missing out.

Just saying, because isn't that what blogging is, after all?

Whew, guys. I think I just survived my first #PitMad!

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