#PitMad is tomorrow. For those unfamiliar, it’s an event where, four times a year, writers can pitch their unpublished manuscripts on Twitter. Using the #PitMad, agents comb through the tweets and “heart” the ones they like. A heart from an agent typically equates to an invitation to submit to them, so it’s a pretty big deal.
I used to love it when it rained. The soft sound of drops coming down and hitting the trees, leaves, and grass. The clink, clink it would go when it hit metal. There’s something comforting being cozied-up inside and hearing the delicate patter outside. Actually, I used to love to go out and walk around in the rain, only coming in when my hair and clothes are soaked. All that changed one night in May of 2008.
Wow! What a week it’s been. Actually, for me, it’s been a crazy couple of weeks. You might recall from my Wednesday Lift the week before last that I talked about having a nasty cold and cutting yourself some slack. At the time, a cold is all I thought it was. Turns out, the day after I posted it, I found out it wasn’t a cold, but COVID.
Hello everyone! It’s Monday, and that means it’s time for another Boldness in the Face of Anxiety post. I guess it’s fitting because right now, my anxiety is pretty high.
Painting can be a fun way to relax. Spreading acrylics all over the canvas. Swirling two colors together. There’s just something so satisfying about that. But at the same time, it can also be a cause of great anxiety for me.
