My Pitch Wars Experience – Part 1

February 5, 2019

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 right about the first one. It was beyond intense. But never, even for one second, did I ever feel anything less than adoration for her. She wasn’t stingy with the praise and when something wasn’t working, she’d tell me straight up, but also help me figure out how to fix it. She prefaced every suggestion with, “This is YOUR book. If you don’t agree with this, push back.” I rarely had to, because her feedback made perfect sense since she KNEW my characters.

Was it tough? Yeah! But it was the kind of tough like running is. That “oh my stars, I’m literally going to die, why am I doing this” feeling. Until you hit that point of “hell yeah, this is the best thing ever, I could go on for miles!” Then it’s done and you feel like a rock-star and you realize it wasn’t so bad after all!

That’s Pitch Wars!

Now it’s over…almost. In mere hours my pitch and first words will be out there for the world to see. How do I feel?

Terrified. Excited. Hungry. Hopeful.

But most of all proud. I pushed myself and I survived!

If no requests come I’ll cry. A lot. But then I’ll get back on my unicorn and keep going. Because I have a damn good book, and it will find the right agent.

And until then, I have emergency cupcakes. Because as long as there are cupcakes in the world, life is worth living!

Read Part 2 here.

Nutella or Peanut Butter & Chocolate?

August 16, 2018

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 name, look it up! Oh, and don’t even get me started on my favorite companion who goes by the completely legit name of Allofthem Everysingleone!


While one can have all the Doctors and companions one wants, the rules of Pitchwars state you can only submit to four mentors.
Time to get serious and make a plan!


Step 1: When the bios came out I began stalking following everyone who seemed like a good fit.


Step 2: Once the wish-lists were published (I may or may not have sat at my computer hitting refresh waiting for that moment), I read each blog hop post in the Adult category and narrowed to list down to ten.

Step 3: While re-reading each post, I made extensive notes, carefully considering many things. Did they seem like someone I could work with? Did I fit what they were looking for in a mentee? Does my ms seem like something they’d get excited about? Are things that give them grabby hands the same things I have to offer?


Step 4: Based on my notes, I gave each mentor/mentor team a score between 1-5. An explanation of my scoring system is as follows:

A 5 means EEEEEEP which is the squeaky sound I make when I can’t put my excitement into words. It’s also the sound I made when I saw the Avengers trailer for the first time. If you didn’t make a similar sound, I am not sure we can be friends.


4s mean please move next door to me so I don’t have to get out of my pajamas to stalk you properly.


***Let me stop and say here that I would be LUCKY, BLESSED, and OVER THE FREAKING MOON, to be chosen by any of the mentors. They all seem like an amazing, talented, bunch, and my scoring isn’t based on their quality, but how well I think we would work together.***

3s are like Nutella. According to some, it’s the most divine gooey substance ever invented. There are whole Pinterest boards dedicated to it. I BELIEVE you when you say it’s great. Thousands of people wouldn’t lie about its greatness. If it was the only thing I had to eat, I wouldn’t cry about it, but I don’t bow down at the feet of the Nutella gods and sacrifice random foods to them.
I’m all about the PB and Chocolate!


1-5 is also how I rank Eurovision participants. But it gets way more complicated because there are scores for both song and performance and lots of snacks are involved. If you don’t know what Eurovision is, don’t even bother googling it. It must be experienced to fully appreciate it. Get with me next May and I’ll point you in the right direction!


So now that you know the extent of my selection silliness…this is how it went. Out of the ten mentors and mentor teams I ended up with:
Two 5s
Five 4s
Three 3s

Step 5: I instantly made a shrine and sacrificed a llama to both 5s. *kidding* I’m not a monster, sheesh! It was a goat. *kidding*

I just used lots of exclamation points and hearts then put them in the AbsoSmurfingLutely YES pile! Consequently, AbsoSmurfingLutely YES, is what I would say if this guy showed up at my door and asked me…well anything. “What do you need Jax? A cup of sugar? My left kidney? A place to bury a body? Oh, you just want me to run off with you? AbsoSmurfingLutely YES!”
Don’t worry, my husband said it was ok!


Step 6: I then eliminated the 3s. Sorry Nutella with your beautiful hazelnut gooey goodness.

Step 7: After closer inspection I was able to eliminate two of the 4s, but I’m still left with five awesome possible mentors/mentor teams and I can only submit to four. This shall require much more stalking… and maybe a dance off.


I still have a week and a half to figure it out.The irony in all of this, is while I am stressing over how to choose four mentors, each mentor/mentor team will have dozens, (maybe hundreds?) of submissions to go through before they each select JUST ONE! The chances of ME being selected by one of the four I submit to are slim. But it’s gonna be an adventure, if nothing else!

So if any mentors are reading this, and have made it to the end, here is a bit about little ole me. My MS will do most of the speaking for me, but here is a preview to find out if I am your Nutella or your Peanut Butter and Chocolate?

*9-12 of course. I couldn’t get into the earlier Doctors but I am anxiously awaiting lucky 13 and Jodie Whitaker’s Doctor! Squee!

I’m not crazy. I’m just a writer.

March 20, 2018

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.

One Post at a Time

April 28, 2016

This blank page makes me feel inadequate, as if the blog police are lurking somewhere waiting to issue me a citation.

IMG_3190“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 back into writing in general, (I’m over half-way through with a first draft of a novel I’m very excited about) I realized I really miss blogging and the feeling of community it brings. So, I am back. While I may not be navigating my way through life in a foreign country, or having multiple medical devices stuck up my hoo-hah on a regular basis, I know there are other writers, foodies, makers, tv addicts and such with which I’ll be able to geek out.

So, Officer, put away your citation book and stand back, because I’m about to show you A Life More Creative.*

*later changed to Under the Wide and Starry Sky.

*later changed to Leslie Gail