From the heart of a Pitch Wars hopeful ...
As my #PitchWars submission sits in the read/to-be-read piles of six different mentors, I'm letting it all go whether I'll be picked or not. Translation: I deeply care whether I'm chosen to be mentored for this book and ready to throw myself into the hard work required, but I won't let this period of "not knowing" or "not being picked" consume me or define me.
This book has so many feels and dichotomies about good and bad in this world and beyond. Tenderness follows the ugly. Regrets play out in sharp contrast to invested pride. The story answers questions. It raises many more. It (should) cause us to examine our own actions and their consequences--short-term, long-term, and perhaps eternal. Above all else, it offers hope.
I hope a mentor can glimpse some of these issues from what little she reads in my query and first pages. I hope they grab her heart enough so she'll want to reach out and help me make this story the best it can be.
If not, all will be well. My story will find a way. The path lengthens, but perhaps my story's time is not yet here. Maybe it must wait a bit while society matures, or becomes desperate enough to realize it needs stories like mine.
I hope that time is now. If not, I'll be like Red in Shawshank Redemption and simply hope.
