Brains, brains are strange.

[bladespark]

Normally scrolling twitter all morning would mean I was screwing around, and wouldn't take much energy.

Today, however, was a book pitch event. Like an elevator pitch, you make a twitter-length description of your unpublished book, and agents and publishers watch what pops up on the event hastag and contact people whose books they are interested in.

You tweet once and hour, and I went ahead and pre-wrote my pitches and scheduled the tweets, so all I had to do was scroll and interact, and yet my brain went "This has stakes! We will treat scrolling twitter as if a tiger will eat us if we do it wrong! Panic!"

It went okay. I got nibbles from two small presses. No agents, which is what I was really hoping for, but it's still better than most participants got.

Odds are I'll end up rejecting them, tbh, because I already work with two small presses, and I'm not sure what adding a third little tiny player could even do for me. If I want the "You do most of the work and the royalties are in double digits" experience, I've already got it. :P But we'll see. It's an ego boost, in any case!

But now I am exhausted. I spent the better part of the day all worked up, and that's after stressing out yesterday about writing my pitches and also sleeping like shit and literally dreaming about tweeting. >.<

So yeah, brains, man.

Also, all authors are crazy. There's no other explanation for any of this.

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[adafrog]

Congrats on getting some bites, though.