So I signed a book contract this week, officially attaching me to Coscom Entertainment for an exorbitant length of time.
And nothing in my life has changed.
I haven’t celebrated.
I haven’t eaten cake.
I haven’t bought myself presents just because I can.
I haven’t called my mom, my bff, my brother, my aunt in Calgary, or my pen pal in Australia.
What is wrong with me!?
Before it happened I was all bursting at the seams wanting to tell someone.
Now that it HAS happened I keep wanting to pinch myself. I’m dreaming right? I’m dreaming because this huge, amazing thing that I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember wouldn’t happen to me, would it?
Well it just did.
And I don’t want cake. Getting the deal is better than cake, in fact, getting the deal trumps everything, nothing can ever be better than this.
And that makes me sad because I’m still a baby author at the bottom of this giant mountain that I was thinking I might climb. Now I’m expected to climb it, feigning expertise, in hopes that I don’t hit a landslide and tumble into oblivion.
*sigh* I’m reminded of a chinese proverb: every journey begins with a single step.
Consider this book deal stuff step one.
There are only thousands more steps to go.