Last year I submitted an essay, hoping to be part of the Listen to Your Mother show in St. Louis. My piece didn't even get a nibble. What was with that?
So I went to the show, did some undercover work as a spy, and found out the show consisted of all stories. Not an essay in the bunch. And during the show, as I listened to the moving stories, I sobbed and snorted. And I got more determined...
I did my prep work. I found out what kind of writing they were looking for.
This year Listen to Your Mother opened for submissions in January, and after getting my story critiqued by the WWWPs, I sent it off a few days after the submission period began.
I prepped. I polished up my story and made it as shiny as possible.
I waited. And waited. And when they emailed me, telling me I had made it through the first hoop, that I was going to get to audition, I worked on paring my story down a little. I read it aloud. Lots. I took out the word "inexplicably" because I knew I'd trip all over it.
I continued to prepare...
On the evening of my audition, I brought along a big QT cup full of tea...because I knew I would get parched and nothing would be within immediate reach. I peed...because I'm fifty-something and never pass up a bathroom. I got there extra early, so I could sit and practice and relax.
I prepared by getting as much in place as I could.
Decisions would be made at the end of the week, we were told. They said we'd hear either way. I certainly hoped I would make it, but I was prepared to get the "Thanks but no thanks" email.
I hoped for the best but prepared for the worst.
This time (for me) being prepared paid off. I got an email yesterday congratulating me. On May 10, I'll be part of St. Louis' 2nd annual Listen to Your Mother show.
So, St. Louis friends--save that date. And get your tickets now. Last year they got snapped up fairly quickly...
What was the best (or the worst) advice your mother/grandmother/aunt ever gave you?