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Post-Signing Impressions

So.

I, uh, signed a book contract.

You work towards a goal.  You put in your time, you make sacrifices.  What happened for me was I got fired from a job, and I decided that I wouldn't let that time be a waste, I would use that time.  I hung around in my sweatpants, I grew a beard, I searched for jobs, and I wrote, I edited, I wrote a little more.  I stayed up late, I got up early, I worked while I was unemployed, and then later when I was employed again, I still wrote.

And now, unless everything falls apart, I will have a book published next spring.

Here's the thing: this is a bucket list item, literally something I wanted to do before I died, and now I have no idea what to do.

So what do I do now?  How should I feel?  I am trying to fit this in to my experiences, and have come up empty.  I remember looking at my university diploma when I got it, thinking yep, that's done.  For six years, I worked, got up at three in the morning, I remember being exhausted and dirty and sweaty…

Post-Signing Impressions

So.

I, uh, signed a book contract.

You work towards a goal.  You put in your time, you make sacrifices.  What happened for me was I got fired from a job, and I decided that I wouldn't let that time be a waste, I would use that time.  I hung around in my sweatpants, I grew a beard, I searched for jobs, and I wrote, I edited, I wrote a little more.  I stayed up late, I got up early, I worked while I was unemployed, and then later when I was employed again, I still wrote.

And now, unless everything falls apart, I will have a book published next spring.

Here's the thing: this is a bucket list item, literally something I wanted to do before I died, and now I have no idea what to do.

So what do I do now?  How should I feel?  I am trying to fit this in to my experiences, and have come up empty.  I remember looking at my university diploma when I got it, thinking yep, that's done.  For six years, I worked, got up at three in the morning, I remember being exhausted and dirty and s…