I have not yet participated in #PitMad, despite seeing two intense sessions of book pitches pass through my Twitter time line. It’s hard not to favorite some of my Twitter friends’ pitches, but I know it would be cruel to do so. A favorite on a #PitMad book pitch means an agent wants to discuss the submission of my friend’s manuscript. So, I wait silently.
While I have thirty completed manuscripts set in a fictional beach-side town on the California coast ready to be printed out, comb-bound, and sent to an agent or a publisher, I have committed my time and effort to the Cryptid Series. My Mission Point novels are ready to be worked over and polished; I just have no time for them. To pitch them on #PitMad would waste an agent’s time, would waste a publisher’s time, and would possibly take an opportunity from an aspiring author on Twitter–maybe even from one of my friends.
This journal entry today, however, is not about whether I participate or plan to participate in #PitMad. This is about a tweet which smacked me aware that I have apologizing to do.
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