One small step for mankind, one giant leap for me
Well, I wasn’t selected to pitch to the one agent I mentioned in my last post — she saw only a handful of people — but I DID get the opportunity to pitch to another agent this morning. Our ten minute session was done before I knew it, but I was fairly relaxed and thought I did well for the first time out. She was gracious enough to give me two very valuable tips about positioning my novel going forward — and she requested to see my synopsis and first three chapters (yay). It may not result in anything (in fact, I know from others’ experience it probably won’t), but it’s a start.
[Insert another hopeful "yay" here... just make sure you do it in a real quiet voice so you don't annoy the literary agent gods, ok?]
Like any other conference I’ve attended, some sessions have been better than others, but I’ve picked up some great tips in each one. I’ve also had a chance to network and to spend time with my conference and critique pal, Elizabeth Kann, co-author of the Pinkalicious and Purplicious books. Plus, last night’s keynote was Joyce Carol Oates, three-time Pulitzer Prize finalist, New York Times Bestselling novelist, Princeton creative writing professor and author of 40+ books. How interesting to hear her speak, especially about having insecurities and anxieties about writing — still. (Of course, if SHE admits to having anxiety about writing a first draft of a book after 40-something published novels, think about how the rest of us feel! Oy.)
The last two sessions are tomorrow morning, and then I’m hitting the road again.
On a side note, I was laughing thinking about a few years ago when a friend suggested that I might meet my next love interest at a writer’s conference. Obviously she’d never been to a writer’s conference before — I hadn’t either. This is my second one and again the majority of attendees are women, most older than me, and several sporting long ponytails loooooooong after any living person should wear one. Yesterday, I also spotted a woman and a man (but not a couple) wearing shirts with cats on them. ‘nuf said.