spicy bits of my book to 50 Shades of Grey. Honestly, though, a person can't help but be flattered to be compared to any bestselling work, but considering my own opinion of said work, I can't help but be pretty embarrassed, too.
I mean, sure. I know I have a freaky side, but is the work really that raunchy? Oh my goodness.
Hmmm. I was actually going for a little more substance and a little less sauce, but the truth is that it all makes the soup. So, either way...Soup's on!
I'm just thankful as all get out to be read. That's the point. Readers are always the point.
But more than just read, I want to be respected. I want to be credible, memorable, substantial. I don't want to just be fluff and filler. Empty or guilty calories. Mindless entertainment only. Meh. Although...mindless entertainment is not necessarily a bad thing.
But who says I can't have little bit of both, saucy and substantial? I would like to have achieved that balance for The Other Side of 30, but maybe the best stuff is leftover for The Other Side of 40. Who really knows? I sure don't.
As for the one minute or less elevator pitch, there may or may not be progress. I keep re-pitching and re-thinking and re-pitching and re-thinking all of this stuff in my head, and I think I'm getting it just about down to roux level, but it's hard to tell without pitching it out loud to someone. I guess I'll have to mix up a few words and pitch them at work tomorrow, just to get an idea of whether or not I'm headed in the right direction.