Why do you ask? Because I'm planning on pitching two books at the ANWA conference. A non-fiction with my sisters, and a YA novel I've written myself.
Remembering back to last year, I should've known this was a bad idea. The stress of pitching one book can be staggering. But two? Just shoot me now. Or at least tie me to a post and walk away. Apparently I'm out of my mind.
Not only is it two books, but the submission process is completely different, so I'm learning two things at once. A non-fiction involves a query, a proposal, and a few sample chapters. A YA novel involves a query, and a completed story. Even the query formats are different! Ugh.
And yet I persist. Sleep is highly overrated, right? I'll catch up when I die. Which, at the rate I'm going, may be sooner than anticipated.
Here I am, one week away from pitching, and I'm running around with my hair on fire, screaming like a banshee, wondering how I'm going to pull it all together. Or if I even can.
Check on me in ten days. If I answer, you'll know I survived. If I'm huddled in the corner sucking my thumb, you'll know survival is a highly subjective term.