The time is upon us, friends!
It’s that lovely time of year when you break your writer brain in the attempt to compress your hundred-thousand-word novel into a 280 character tweet, not counting leaving space for genre hashtags.
Your twitter feed is about to clog like a sketchy motel shower drain, and every time you get a fave that isn’t from an agent, you’re gonna wanna commit grand-something-or-other that carries of a minimum jail sentence of 5 totally-worth-it years.
I know, because I’ve been there. Twice. (okay actually a lot more but we don't need to talk about it)
After years of querying and tweeting and contesting, I signed with my first agent off a PitchMas tweet.
Then she quit agenting.
Back to querying I went, and it was another Pitmad where I found my agent. (Actually, her intern (at the time) found me!)