The waiting game (Feat. my cat)

So, I recently participated in two pitch submissions on X (Twitter), and honestly? I was lucky to even find them in time (talk about good timing!).

The first one… well, let’s just say it was very popularity-based. It was all about getting other writers to promote your post—basically a “repost for repost” situation. And when I finally posted my pitch? Oh man, it looked so basic compared to everyone else's. Some writers had mood boards, commissioned art of their characters—you name it. Meanwhile, I was just out here, raw-dogging the pitch process. (Lesson learned! 😂)

But thankfully, there was a second pitch event, and this one? Way more straightforward. No mood boards, no popularity contests—just a Google Doc where you entered your pitch, your name, and checked off a few genres. So. Much. Better.

They gave us 48 hours to submit, and then the waiting game began. Publishers had full control to choose who they wanted to reach out to, and let me tell you—I was refreshing my email every second.

First day? Crickets.
Second day? A request!
Third day—the final day? THREE MORE!!

I told myself to keep it all in an open hand, but honestly? Seeing those emails rekindled that little flame of hope I’ve been trying to keep alive.

So now? More waiting. (Patience truly is a skill, and I’m mastering it one email at a time.) But fingers crossed for good news—yay!

Also, shoutout to my cat, Pip, who was my official “waiting buddy.” She witnessed me refreshing my email a million times and even saw me do a little happy dance when those requests came in. (She was not impressed. 😂)