1. Wait, there’s a Twitter Pitch contest just for marginalized creators?
2. Someone actually thinks we’re important enough to be given a spotlight, to take up space within this community, to create a loving vibrant community of our own?
3. Who is Beth? Beth is an angel. Beth is a warrior. Beth will save us all.
4. Oooh look at all these success stories! I will now print photos of the legendary DVPit squad and put them up around my house so I can absorb their big book energy.
5. And pictures of their book covers, which I will roll around in to absorb their word magic.
6. Now my expectations are sky high. I will win DVPit (even though there is no winning/losing because we’re all in this together) and I will get an agent and sell my book and make that sweet white-man-money that will definitely be illegal soon.
7. Okay, six pitches…six pitches…I can definitely distill my 86,000 word novel into a series of 280-character tweets that show the characters, the world, and the emotional stakes. Es muy fácil.
8. No es fácil.
9. Okay, WWTDSD? What Would The DVPit Squad Do? Oh, look there’s a video where Claribel explains exactly what she would do. And one from Kat Cho. And articles from Kayla Whaley, and Jalissa Corrie, and this Resources page is BOMB!
10. Crisis averted. I got this. Now let’s draft these bitches. I mean pitches.
11. These are shit.
12. Maybe I should meditate and the perfect pitch will just come to me. That’s how visualization works, right?
13. Oh shit, I fell asleep.
14. That’s okay, everything looks better in the morning ligh–oh no! What are these? Vomit. Word vomit. All over my good pajamas.
15. No worries. Writing is re-writing. Writing is re-writing.
16. Okay, these aren’t bad.
17. And look, there’s so many awesome publishing people offering to critique pitches for free. All I have to do is slide into their DMs. No big deal. Just talk to a total stranger. I can do that. I can talk to strangers. I kan tok to stran ears.
18. I can’t talk to strangers.
19. Okay, so this is just gonna be a hail mary, then. No one has seen these pitches but me, which means they could be terrible. I could be about to embarrass myself in front of the entire publishing community. Immediately made an outcast. Put to death.
20. The night before DVPit. Better get some good sleep. Big day tomorrow. Like the biggest day. The most important day of your life is tomorrow why are you sleeping you must stay awake and agonize over this great unknown until it consumes you whole and then picks its teeth with your shoe laces. You’re not wearing shoes? Who goes to bed without shoes? What are you going to do if the zombie apocalypse comes or nuclear war breaks out?
21. It’s 5 AM. 3 more hours until DVPit.
22. Wait a minute. DVPit starts on east coast time. NOW I ONLY HAVE TWO MORE HOURS TO BECOME THE BEST WRITER I’VE EVER BEEN AND THE MOST PERFECT VERSION OF MYSELF.
23. Let me just re-read my pitches.
24. And re-read them again.
25. And re-read them eight hundred times until the letters are melting off the page and I’m late for my day job that actually pays my bills. Oh shit, I forgot to pay the electric bill. $145? How can something invisible be $145? I must immediately search every door and window seal for cracks.
26. Okay, time to open Twitter. Annnnd the party has already started without me. Everyone’s having so much fun. So much more fun than before I got here. I’ll just…leave.
27. No. I’m here on a mission. I. CAN. DO. THIS.
28. What should I post first? This pitch has a nice rhythm to it but this one really highlights the emotional stakes. But this other one is really funny and shows off my personality. Forget it. Just eeny-meeny-miney-moe this shit.
29. Copy. Paste. Po–
30. Breathe. Do it for Beth. Do it for Beth.
32. *Refresh* the DVPit hashtag. *Refresh* again. Where the hell is it?
33. *Scrolls down* Oh, it was just buried under these other fifty tweets that were posted in the same millisecond as mine. It’ll totally be easy to find.
34. Okay, I’ve got another hour until I can post another pitch that hopefully doesn’t suck as much as the first one and *oh* what’s this? A notification? It’s been thirty minutes and I thought my tweet had been swallowed into the bowels of Twitter. I thought that’s where it belonged. But *oh* another notification. Two notifications. Three notifications. Four. Five. Whaaaaat?
35. I should check out the top DVPit tweets because mine is absolutely blowing up and you know I really never expected this. I can’t believe my idea is resonating with people so much. I guess I just have this special gift and, you know, come to think of it, I’ve always known I was extraordinary but sometimes it just takes opportunities like these to really see how–
36. Oh. Someone else has like…177 likes.
37. That’s cool.
38. I hate myself.
39. Four more notifications.
40. I love myself.
41. I finally stop refreshing my notifications and explore the DVPit feed.
42. All my friends are here! (Well, all of the people I wish were my friends)
43. Everyone is beautiful and magical and so insanely talented. We are what is right with the world. We are who will save it from total ruin.
44. I breathe a sigh of relief. I am here and no one told me to leave, that I didn’t belong here. Or that I could come in but I’d have to close the door behind me so no one else could join us. Because one was enough.
45. I breathe another sigh of relief. I am here and I feel like we have staked some kind of claim to this proverbial place that once had walls we could only peer through.
46. It’s 8:00PM eastern time. My adrenal system is a total shit show. I am scared and I am happy. I am worried and I am excited. I am full of doubt and I am full of hope.