• Wordy Words

    My Pitch Wars Experience – Part 1

    It’s the eve of the agent round for Pitch Wars so feelings, thoughts, and emotions are all over the place. I’m using my number one coping mechanism – writing. I didn’t blog after I got chosen. I meant to, but I was caught up in the whirlwind and in shock for quite awhile. I entered Pitch Wars fully expecting it to be my “practice” run. I had no notion I’d get any requests, much less get chosen as a mentee! But 2018 was the year I left my comfort zone and tried big things. And boy did I chose a big one with Pitch Wars! Sus, my mentor, told me in the beginning the revision process was going to be intense and that I might even hate her at some point. She was…

  • Geekology,  Wordy Words

    Nutella or Peanut Butter & Chocolate?

    The Pitchwars submissions window opens in a couple of weeks, and I, like many other WannaMentees, (ya like that word there?) have the seemingly insurmountable task of choosing just four mentors to submit to. The problem is, I am awful at choosing. I stand in front of nail polish samples for an ungodly amount of time trying to decide what color to change my nails to for just two weeks. It’s even worse when it comes to actual people! For the love of the two-hearted Time Lord, I can’t even figure out which Doctor is my favorite! Everyone has a favorite it seems, and they form secret clubs. Fine, not that I want to be in your secret club (yes I do), but my favorite is actually David Matt Ecclespaldi.* It’s a real…

  • Wordy Words

    I’m not crazy. I’m just a writer.

    So glad many of my friends are also writers. Not many people would understand when you say you didn’t get to sleep until almost 2am last night because you had to keep getting up to write down what the voices in your head were saying to you. But thanks to imagination induced insomnia, my book not only has a prologue, but also a title. My goal is to have it pitch ready for the writing conference in May.

  • Wordy Words

    One Post at a Time

    This blank page makes me feel inadequate, as if the blog police are lurking somewhere waiting to issue me a citation. “Young lady, you’ve had this domain for well over a year, where are all the witty posts you should have created by now?” “Well, Officer, I uh…” I reach into my draft box and pull out several unfinished posts. “Ma’am. Please take your hands off the keyboard and exit the blog now.” In days past, I was a prolific blogger. My day wasn’t complete unless I blogged. Back then, as an expat in Sweden, and later a cynical 30-something going through infertility treatment, I had plenty to talk about. But being back in my hometown with no major drama in my life (knock on a forest), the words felt harder to come by. After getting…