I came back from New York this past Tuesday. I was sick when I went and I was so panicked that by the end of each day I pretty much just short circuited at night and fell asleep instantly. My stomach was so off I didn't eat anything but Tylenol Complete and Tums all week.
So basically this thing was a 4 day conference where our book pitches were reviewed by a literary agent\editor who went all "Whiplash" on you for a full day. And then on the following 3 days you pitch to industry professionals. Professionals like: the executive director of MacMillan (!!!), who is personally responsible for a little show called The Walking Dead, the head editor of Del Rey (!!!!) publisher of fucking everyone including my favourite author of all time, executive editor of HarperCollins (!!!!!) one of the 5 biggest publishers in North America, and senior editor of Akashic (
) an indie press looking for paths for diversity and non-mainstream originality.
I mean, okay. Can you understand my feels here? U-T-T-E-R T-E-R-R-O-R. These are the biggest people in the industry, and I play my writing so close to the chest it hasn't even been in a slush pile before.
But guess whaaaat?
Turns out TWO editors want this book. MOTHER FUCKING TWO OF THEM.
HarperCollins and Del Rey. I could die.