This time last week, I was bursting with enthusiasm and excitement. I was preparing to pitch my manuscript to a publisher. My fourth attempt, so I was hip to the process. Still anxious, still aware of the pitfalls. Not cocky, but feeling OK.
I practiced my pitch with the group in the morning. I went through the worksheets. In the afternoon, the publisher arrived and the whole group took their turn to pitch.
When it came to my turn, I was nervous. The publisher looked wholly disinterested and asked questions which, to my ears, sounded close to meaning ‘What’s the point of this manuscript?’ My confidence shook like a bowl of jelly. My words jumbled. My heart sank. When my turn was finally over, I took my place around the table and waited for the floor to open, so I could die in a hole.
Deflated, the day ended. I came home to my family.
Yet, I refuse to give up. I choose to build on the experience. I will make my work stronger, better and more interesting.