The AuthorHouse Author’s Digest welcomes Authorhouse author M. West. Today she contributes the first in a series of blog posts about her experiences leading up to and during the PitchFest Los Angeles 2012. In her first post she talks about her determination not to let such a fantastic opportunity escape her and her book Solace, no matter what the obstacles.
A Juicy Offer from AuthorHouse
By M. West
These are topics I wrote into my novel. They are exciting; they incite adventure. I’m sure every writer at some point has noticed that whatever they choose to write about, it’s as if they are giving an order to the cosmos on what they plan to be learning about and living through in the near future–and so it was for me.
Just as I came home (terribly sunburned) from the first family vacation that we had taken in eight years, as a fluke, I checked my voicemail messages. These are usually telemarketing or political campaign ads. Once in a while we’ll have a bill collector…inescapable evidence that the economy has swung at us more than once with its gnarly hand. I don’t enjoy clearing the messages and I usually wait until the box can’t hold anymore before I make myself do the chore, but this day was different.
Only 7 messages and two were from AuthorHouse. –Those always excite me. I haven’t made much progress on my “grass-roots” marketing campaign for my novel and any chance (like having my publisher call) to remind myself that I really am a writer, not just a mommy and a wife, spikes my adrenaline.
The offer: PitchFest.
A chance to go to L.A. and pitch my book to honest-to-goodness movie producers, people who are as interested in hearing a good story as I am in telling one. Pretty juicy.
The trouble (which never varies): Price.
Was there any way that I could put some money down right now and save my space on the small roster of potential fame and fortune? No. But I do believe in fate, and I do believe in miracles, and above all I believe in following your intuition.
With no credit cards to rely on, no wealthy family with my best interests at heart, and not nearly the number of friends it would take to bum a few bucks from to even make the “spot-saving” down payment, I figured it was a no-brainer. I would have to pass this opportunity up as well.
“Why don’t you call me tomorrow,” I reasoned with my marketing man, Dominic. “If there’s any chance for me to come up with the money it will take at least 24 hours.”
As fate would have it, I scrounged up the cash in a mere 22 hours.
Then I had to ask myself if this was really the right step to be taking. It would be a big sacrifice and if I was going in the wrong direction my family would pay for my misstep, not just me. I figured that the timing wasn’t exactly perfect (I was seven months pregnant, after all–a detail I didn’t feel like sharing with Dominic because it sounded like such a cop-out) and the price remaining was double the down payment. It didn’t look good so I wasn’t too stressed about the answer of “nah” I was sure to receive.
But when I got quiet and asked if this was the right step to take, all I could feel was peace… Oh dear. Well, maybe I should have asked if I would become rich and famous instead, or maybe if this would lead to me becoming a movie-star myself.
Ah, the blessing of hindsight…
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