Please buy my matches.......

Why do I feel like The Little Match Girl, dressed in rags, shivering in the snow with a cup of matches, imploring to passers-by to buy my matches?

Why?

Because I've been pitching Elizabeth Peacock and the Body on Abbey Road - face to face pitches at a conference and online query letters and mailed query letters.

Last year Jessica Wade of Berkely requested a partial. I was sooooo happy. One year and two follow-up emails later, I've heard nothing from her. If you don't want it, just tell me. I've been rejected before. I won't take a razor to my wrists. Honest. I take rejection very well - I've had years of practice with men.

Imagine a big sigh here. Okay, I'll keep on pitching. But I'll keep on writing. I'll pitch the Elizabeth Peacock mystery series while working on something else. I've gone back to The Change, my story that follows three women who develop supernatural powers as they go through menopause. "First Wives Club meets Charmed." Hey - that sounds pretty good for a pitch....

Please buy my matches.