So, there’s this thing called The Pitch. Somewhat like a query letter, only not. I get the impression that magazines have been requiring The Pitch for quite some time, even if it is a new-to-me phrase. I’ve had my head in the sand a while, apparently.
Or, maybe I have spent an inordinately small amount of time making earnest searches for writing work. Maybe that’s it. As it happens, there are magazines out there with virtual ESSAYS WANTED signs. How about that? I feel kind of silly right now.
Today marks my first step toward those virtual ESSAYS WANTED signs. I have spent the last few hours staring at them, pondering the very necessary Pitch that I must compose for the chance to have an editor read me. Or, at least, read my Pitch. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to get a response. To get a positive response. Tingly?
The easiest to begin with (and shouldn’t I start with the easiest?) would be the thin stack of personal essays tucked into the middle desk drawer. Memoir pieces, really. Now all I have to worry about is how to write a convincing Pitch: Read all about me, me, and me!
Reckon that would work?
Tell me what you know.