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 swe
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