I didn’t get back from the Week of Writing Retreat till yesterday and though I learned a ton and had an AMAZING time with a bunch of new, wonderful writer friends, I did spend a week up in the North Georgia mountains where the dragonflies were the size of a Buick and the towels remained damp all day and the phone service and internet were sketchy. So I walked in my house, took a deep breath and clicked my heels:
There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home…
And now, I have a TON of work to do and a bunch of amazing ideas and a whole bunch of thank you’s to write to wonderful agents and editors (who feel like my new best friends, too). But first, I thought you might enjoy a little insight into the pitching process, which culminated on our last day at the retreat. I shared that information over at The Muffin today.
Um…I should probably mention that you might not learn a ton about pitching. I mean, it was ten o’clock last night when I wrote The Muffin blog post and though my brain was going for AMAZING, I think what my fingers typed was more…well, a little less than wonderful. But it was witty. Sort of. Maybe.
Well…whatever. I hope you enjoy it. (I’m pretty sure the moth on my mirror–yes, he or she stayed with me all week long–would’ve laughed its teensy little butt off. And speaking of laughing one’s butt off, PATRICIA CRUZAN, you won Not Your Mother’s Book…on Family! Wheee! I’ll be in touch!)
It occurs to me that I’m always a bit off.
And you know what? I’m okay with that. In fact, it’s probably a good thing when it comes to Not Your Mother’s Book…On Family. My copies came in the mail this weekend and though I haven’t had time to read all the stories, I laughed out loud at every word I did read. What’s more, the Beneficent Mr. Hall laughed out loud at my story, “The Bathroom Mystery.”
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Mister Man has to laugh. What’s the big deal, Cathy?
The big deal is that Mr. Hall may be supportive and all that but he’s not one to actually read my stuff. (His beneficence only stretches so far.) So for him to open the book–and read the story–and laugh out loud? I don’t even know what to say.
Wait. I do know what to say. Read this book.
You know what else? I’m in such a swell mood from the Beneficent Mr. Hall’s uncharacteristically HUGE support, I’m gonna give away a copy of Not Your Mother’s Book…on Family. So if you live in the US or Canada, leave a comment about your funny family. And if you share this post on Twitter or Facebook or on your blog, let me know and I’ll give you a couple extra entries.
Unless you’re Sioux or Lisa or Linda. Y’all can read your own books.
(And P.S. I’m off to the Week of Writing Retreat up in North Georgia and frankly, you never know quite what you’re gonna get up in North Georgia, interwebs-wise. So don’t panic if I don’t respond to your lovely comments. Just keep tweeting and adding up those entries! You could win Not Your Mother’s Book…on Family and laugh your butt off. Though to be honest, I’ve tried to do that for years, and my butt’s still there.)