This year, I entered Pitch Wars, a contest where writers compete to win a mentor for two months to help hone their craft. For a more detailed explanation, go here.
After submitting a pitch and the first chapter of an unpublished manuscript in early August, three weeks of excruciating waiting ensued until PitchWars Mentees were finally announced on August 24. I never expected to be one of them, but - lo and behold - I was.
So what does this mean? Well, in that very moment it meant a few nerdy fist pumps and much internal shrieking. Later on that day, it meant flowers and champagne form the husband. Once the announcement fully sank in? Sheer terror. No, I jest. A tad. Basically, from now until the end of October I'll be pushing myself harder than I ever have as a writer in order to make my manuscript, The Reluctant Traveler, the best book it can be. I expect a roller coaster and know it won't always be easy, but I have my mentor, the lovely Vanessa Carnevale, to hold my hand along the way.
I'm excited. I'm pumped. I'm ready. Let's do this!