I have one more week left before I lose the safety net of my full-time day job. I’ve loved my job enough to have put in 13 years, but now it’s time the lose the apron strings. I feel a bit like Indiana Jones making the leap across the void and hoping he doesn’t fall into it, consumed and spat out.
I’m great at what I do. I’m an excellent writer with a highly developed sense of language. I can feel the rhythm of prose: what works, what doesn’t. My background as a musician gives me a feel for the musicality of words, sentence structure–even grammar, as odd as that sounds. I’m a seasoned editor with an eye for what does and doesn’t work; I play well with my writers, who appreciate my direction and advice.
Where I fall down, I think, is in the business end of writing. I’m a timid marketer, great once my foot’s in the door, but getting that foot in the door seems, at times, insurmountable. But, here goes nuthin’ (as they say).
On the whole, I’m optimistic. Things have started out fairly well. I’ve contributed chapters to a forthcoming book (which could be a best seller, but who knows?), and have just finished doctoring a manuscript for another book slated to come out next year. My wonderful agent is circulating a new book proposal, and I’m waiting for feedback on an article under contract by a major magazine I recently submitted.
So here we go! It’s going to be a bumpy ride, I’m sure!