The publishing contract has been signed by all parties. Big sigh of relief. I feel as if I can relax now...almost.
Truth is, I rarely relax when it comes to writing. Each time I reach a goal, I immediately think what's next?
So, imagine my joy when I received a list! My very own here's-what's-next list. Some people cringe at lists, especially lists given out by other people. Me, I love it. Making decisions has never been something I'm good at, so tell me what to do and I'll do it has always been my attitude. I just. Need. A task.
The items on the list were not unexpected. Matter of fact, I'd already begun working on a few of them. One, however, makes me feel like sulking, pouting, and a number of other behaviors my two year old would gladly slap his toddler endorsement on.
"The author bio," I whine. "What bio?"
I'm not that interesting. I'm not an expert...on anything. I don't have a world-class education--no offense, Mom. You homeschooled me and did a great job. I have no previous publishing credits, no extraordinary accomplishments, except for the birthing of two human beings which seems pretty damn miraculous, if you ask me.
I'm just normal. To quote Christine O'Donnell, "I'm not a witch; I'm you." And we see how far that got her.
Too funny Rhiannon! Good stuff though...and honest and real, that's a great bio!! Being home-schooled is fascinating...to me, I'd like to know more. I'm the same as far as needing a task and always wanting be doing, etc.
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy for you with the contract. Cross your fingers for me. I'll be sending my manuscript out soon. And if I can't get a bite by Feb., I will enter it into a contest. :)