All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for?
Posted on August 12th, 2012
You know what I suck at?
Pitching fiction. (I am happy to brag about legal accomplishments, geek bona fides, and my kid. My private FB page bears that out.)
But here’s the scoop. I have a completed, polished, and — in my humble opinion — damn good historical romance that I have done…nothing with since polishing it. Why?
Because I’m chickenshit.
And it’s time for me to get over myself.
This week, now that I have two huge monkeys off my back, the truly onerous editing job that took me 21 hours of WORK time to get through first edits before I could turn it around and send it back to the author) and Pea’s school situation, I am going start selling the thing.
I am going to pitch. I am going to query.
Even though I will be told “no” a lot.
Even though I cringe at being told “no” a lot.
I will dust off the big-girl panties from my professional wardrobe and I will get that manuscript out there in front of eyeballs.
Time for some combat drops (not simulated).