This last week 3,133 hopeful writers like me submitted their unpublished novels to #PitchWars. A friend asked me to explain why this matters. My angst was not convincing enough.
PitchWars is a writing contest. A BIG one. You send off the first chapter of your book in hopes that someone who is wiser than you (industry professional, typically agented/published author) will like it enough to mentor you. Mentoring is the prize. And it comes with two months of busting-your-butt-rewrites, edits, and whatever-it-takes-es to get your manuscript into fighting shape for the Agent Showcase in November. Anything goes in the Agent Showcase. ANYTHING. No offers, few offers, lotsa offers, astronomical offers.
Do we need to remember Stephen’s advice? “Do it for the joy and you can do it forever.”
The submission window for PitchWars closed today. And it was exciting. And it was joyous. Thousands of talented people dug deep and found the courage and hope to launch their dreams. And as I write this, there is a huge party taking place on the #PitchWars feed. Because entering PitchWars, and writing a book is kinda a big deal.
But now it’s out of our hands. And after a month of frenzied prep, late nights, pizza and chocolate cake suppers, freakouts, tears (the exhausted/scared/ugly/vindicated/joyous/happy/sad/angry/surprised tears), and more social media than I’ve ever done in my entire life, it is TIME to regroup. Because in less than three weeks from now (August 24th) the “winners” are announced.
So for the next three-ish weeks I am looking forward to the little things that fuel my soul. August 24th is coming, and I’m going to have lots of feelings no matter what happens. There are thousands of us hoping to land a spot with only 150 mentors. I’m cheering for HUNDREDS of new friends. Feelings. FEELINGS!
So this is what regrouping looks like to me:
Smelling flowers. Especially homegrown roses.
Reading for fun. Not critiquing. Not editing. Just reading for joy. I may even visit this shop.
Home-cooking that involves fresh fruit and vegetables.
Painting my nails. Don’t judge me. Very unphotogenic girls get to feel pretty too.
Nature. Especially trees. Waldeinsamkeit and komorebi are words that I love.
Telly time with Mr. Amelia. Poldark, we are coming ba-ack!
Writing long-hand. Journaling, imaging. It’s such a luxury to write in a pretty notebook with a good pen. And my handwriting is gorgeous… as long as lined paper is involved.
So how do you regroup? What do you do that nourishes your soul after something big? Do you have any daily regrouping activities that keep you sane?