… I fly out to Dallas. I’ve never flown on a plane anywhere by myself – always been with Gizmo Guy or my parents. Did I mention I’m terrified of flying? Think Marge Simpson in that episode where she goes running up and down the aisle screaming ‘Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!’ (Did I also mention that except for the blue hair, I am Marge? Sis works with the DMV, Dad used to be an airline steward – just like Marge, she’s painted – so have I, she writes books – so do I.) No, I’m not likely to be screaming in the aisles, but I sure clutch my rosary hard during take off and landings – when most of the accidents happen. But I won’t let myself wimp out, either.

I’m pretty well set for the trip. As I posted earlier, I’ve had my hair done – I’m living with it though I still don’t like the bangs. I’ve got new outfits to wear and keep me ‘business-like’. I printed off some business cards last night. Okay, it took all day to get them the way I wanted. I printed off three different styles, one with my ‘real name’ and regular email addy, and two different designs with my real name and my pen name. Why two? Because for some reason the printer or the program I was using wouldn’t stay within the boundaries of the actual card when it printed and things kept sliding off the margins. Grrr. I probably printed off more than I’ll need. Or no where near – I have no idea how many I’ll need in actual fact. But they’re done, and I’m satisfied with how they look.

And I’m still struggling with writing the pitch. Or should I say ‘rewriting’ the pitch. But from the sounds of it the most important things are a) to be enthusiastic and upbeat when presenting it, and b) have it memorized rather than reading it off the cards.

But I must admit the idea of actually pitching is the most stressful part of this all. I feel like such a poser. Like I’m going to totally fail and embarrass myself in front of everyone.

As a result I’m second guessing my writing and keep wanting to change that scene or the other, change this person’s character or that part of the story line. And then I get up the next morning and realize – no, I need to go back to the original, that what I first envisioned was truly the best for the story.

So the biggest thing I have to remember right now – and when I’m waiting for the frickin’ appointment – is to breathe.

Two Weeks Tomorrow…
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4 thoughts on “Two Weeks Tomorrow…

  • June 25, 2007 at 1:38 pm

    DALLAS, HERE WE COME! YAHOO!! Can’t wait to meet you, Leah!

  • June 25, 2007 at 5:17 pm

    Leah – if you’re Marge, um, what does that make your children…

    Hey – you need to get your mind off the stress of the pitch so I tagged you for a fun meme. Only takes a few moments and it’s very educational!

  • June 25, 2007 at 5:26 pm

    LOL, Wylie, nah, my kids aren’t Bart, Lisa and Maggie, nor is Gizmo Guy Homer! ( I made the mistake of making the comment about me being Marge minus the blue hair to my son’s girlfriend. Then realized she has blue hair! ooops!)

  • June 26, 2007 at 3:50 am

    I want to go too!!! Remember, when you’re pitching, don’t read your cards. Just talk to the editor/agent about your story. You’ll do just fine.

    And I tagged you for a meme too!

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