Twitter is an exercise in threshing. So little wheat, so much chaff. Links with little description. Then one of the people that you follow sends out an invitation: Pitchapalooza, that wonderful idea of The Book Doctors, but in the offices of a real live New York Publishing House, Workman Press!
I sent out the Cosmic Red Alert to all and sundry, and one agreed to go with me. (I would have gone with zero, of course, but it’s fun to go with another). So, there we were, among 63 other people, all hoping for the 20 pitch slots. My protege got to pitch, I didn’t.
All throughout the pitch process, there was this guy charging around, taking pics. He had a big honking camera that made clicking sounds (really? A digital camera should be completely silent) I remembered that I should get his contact info to get a copy of his pics of my protege pitching. Suddenly, the event was over.
As important as the event is, it’s the after-event that is even more important. When I approached the agent, she remembered that I “lit up” (her words) when they mentioned one of her genres was SF. That was a clear invitation to pitch. I also talked to the other publishers that were there and pitched them on various projects I had. I had studied Workman, and knew they only did non-fiction–so I kept my pitches there. All told, I eventually pitched two works to four people in the industry (one agent, the others Workman publishers) The agent wants me to send along The Honorable Thing when I finish it, based solely on a one paragraph pitch.
So, what about the Fame part? Today, The Book Doctors tweet out the news that the Wall Street Journal had written an article on the event. And there, in the article, is a picture. See the guy in the bright blue shirt? Yeah, that’s me.
I finally made the Wall Street Journal. Very Minor Fame.