I wish that I could say that it was due to a deluge of interest but ... no.
I found about Pitch Madness through one of the many newsletters I subscribe to. I discover many great programs, workshops, residencies this way. Sometimes not for me, but for other creative friends. Anyway, I was excited. I thought I had a great pitch. My only concern was the timing.
Pitch Madness lasts from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. EST. You can repeat your tweet twice every hour and hope that some literary agent who happens to be online will take notice, choose you as a favorite and invite you to query. But how to update that Twitter feed when you are a single mother, have an hour commute and you teach back-to-back classes? Hmmm...apparently, there's an app for that.
So I download this app, Hootsuite, which (in theory) should allow me to schedule tweets throughout the day. I spend all night scheduling the tweets to go live every thirty minutes. I even vary them slightly so that they won't get rejected. I'm thrilled that I figured this all out after my son went to sleep.
The next morning, I check my phone. Two tweets have posted on schedule around 8 a.m. and 8: 30 a.m. EST and I have two favorites already. YES!
I can't investigate more. I'm off to work. In between classes, I try to discreetly check my progress. Nothing. Then I worry.
Is it my pitch? Is it my idea? Is this book dead before it reaches the light of day?
I check the Twitter feed. None of my scheduled tweets have posted. For some reason, I can't post from my phone and since I still have another class to teach, I don't have access to a computer for, at least, eighty-five minutes.
When I do get to a computer, I have only a few minutes to post before I'm off to pick up my son. I think about my favorites and console myself with the thought that it only takes one. That's all I need -- the one good agent who really cares.
Well, turns out, I didn't have two favorites. I only had one. The same person choose me twice. Well, great, she's enthusiastic.
Well, turns out, she wasn't an agent. She was an intern. But that makes sense, since agents are so busy.
Well, turns out, she didn't work for an agent. She works for a publisher -- who was looking for people to enter their writing contest.
So that was ... disappointing. My sister says that one day this will all make me laugh.
You know, it's been a while and it's still not funny.
I will say this. There were quite a few writers who got interest from agents, so it's legit. I checked out their websites. I think Pitch Madness is probably great for writers of children's books, anything from picture books to young adult. Most of the categories and the agents cater to a younger audience than I am seeking. Perhaps, it isn't right for me.
Doesn't look like there will be some magical happy ending or fairy godmothers helping me to find an agent at the moment. Just some hard work and a thick skin. Perhaps, one day, my sister hopes -- a sense of humor.