I've been doing a lot of reading. It's writing related. I'm looking for a publisher. I want to find one that is a good fit for my kind of paranormal. No vampires, werewolves or shapeshifters here. Just gods and demons, saving the world kinda stuff.
I found one that seems like the perfect fit. And to be quite honest, I've had a few authors I respect tell me to submit there. After reading the guidelines, again, I sat down today to do just that. But thoughts of drowning in the slush pile stopped me. There has to be way around it.
How do you get to write requested material on your package? Have an agent, win a contest, or dazzle the editor at a conference appointment. This is not a house that spends a lot of time with contests or conferences but I googled them anyway. Imagine that, not only is the senior editor going to be at a RWA conference in June, one of the guest speakers is my good friend (that's what all of her stalker fans call her) Lani Diane Rich.
A sign from the gods that I should attend? It's in Wisconsin. Not exactly around the corner for me. But considering the amount of travel I've been planning lately for pleasure, it seems reasonable to go an equal distance in pursuit of my goal to be published.
Then I read the rest of the editor/agent list. 4 out of 5 are on my dream list. I'd be a fool to stay home.
I've already talked one of my writing buddies into seriously considering this wild road trip with me. It didn't take much effort on my part. All of the pieces are lining up. Effortlessly.
Maybe it's time to tap into that synchronicity and run with it. All the way to Wisconsin.