So, I mentioned in my last post that yesterday I made dinner plans to either celebrate becoming a #PitchWars mentee or to celebrate being rejected and getting right back on the goddamn horse.
Well, spoiler alert: I celebrated the first one.
Reader, I flipped.
But I didn’t figure it out right away. My boyfriend–loyal stalker of every Pitch Wars-related tag on Twitter that he is–insisted that we both put our phones on airplane mode before we went out to dinner. So, as we left the house, I did, and gave my phone to him to put in his pocket.
We had a lovely dinner on the Thames as the sun set.
The food was delicious, we had wine, talked about all sorts of things, and I only mentioned the word “pitch wars” ONCE. I was so well-behaved.
Then we asked for the check, and my boyfriend turned to me and said “do you want to see your phone now?”
I did. I turned airplane mode off.
And then my phone blew up.
I’ll be blogging regularly during the weeks of revision leading up to the agent showcase in November, so stay ‘tuned!