Tuesday, January 21, 2014
- __***__ lbs. over/under Goal Weight (I'm on the verge of eliminating this bullet, because I should not be gaining weight from running my A off)
- 1920 Calories Consumed Yesterday (don't ask me what I ate, just lots of it)
- __2__ Units of Caffeinated (or otherwise non-water) Beverages (including a very caloric smoothie from Jamba Juice--do you know how much sugar there is in some of those?)
- __0 Minutes Spent Writing (some serious shopping needed to take place on Main St. HB)
- _0___ Culinary Delights/Disasters Created With Own Hands (reheated left overs due to eating out 2 out of 3 meals/day for 4 days)
Once upon a time, I girded my loins, gathered my brave, and signed up for a pitch session with mega-agent, Michelle Wolfson, at a writers conference. (Miss Wolf(son) is a gorgeous, no-nonsense, New Yorker with legs, shoes, and sales record to die for).
This is what happened in brief bullet-point fashion:
- The day before the pitch, I attended an agent panel discussion, in which Miss Wolf said, "Agents are people too. Come talk to us. We won't bite your head off."
- The night before the pitch, a few friends invited me to sit with them at dinner, at the same table as Miss Wolf. I was thrilled.
- I asked her a question this question: "What are you excited about right now?" (meaning: did she have any clients writing exciting things right now)
- This is what she thought I asked: "What is hot right now?" (meaning what should I write that would make it easier for you to sell my book right now?)
- The rest of the dinner is a blur because I was too embarrassed by her pointing out to the table what a ridiculous question I dared ask--writing to trends is a terrible idea.
- I didn't particularly love being publicly humiliated so I decided to ask the conference if I could pitch to someone else.
- I did in fact pitch to someone else, it went great, and I got a full manuscript request.
- Miss Wolf found out about me cancelling my pitch with her, found me in the hall, and yelled at me again. She called me ridiculous...again. And demanded that I send her my full manuscript.
- Again, not loving the public humiliation, I nodded my head that I would send it, but had no intention of doing so.
- A few days later, she blogs about me by name : "The Sad Tale Of Jessie"
- Third time is a charm in terms of public humiliation, and this time hundreds (if not thousands) of people witnessed it with dozens of commenters joining in the public ridicule, calling me stupid, and crazy, and whatnot. However, plenty of awesome people came to my defense as well. I appreciated that.
- Miss Wolf blogged about me again a few days later, and it turned into one of those viral things, where rubberneckers couldn't look away. More blogs posts, tweets, and online mentions abounded. There came a point where I stood up for myself, and so did Miss Wolf.
- Somewhere in the process, Miss Wolf became one of my biggest advocates. I didn't end up signing with her, but we've kept in touch. And wanna know what the coolest part about the whole thing is: MY BOOK IS GOING TO BE PUBLISHED TWO YEARS TO THE DAY OF THAT MISSED PITCH SESSION! (and she's the one who pointed this out to me when I announced the date)
Jessie With A Shot At The Night