Which hasn't left me much time for blogging. Plus, I'm reevaluating my presence on the Internet. I'm not one who ever desired to be famous or in the news; indeed, I'd always felt that if I somehow managed to pull off, say, a bestselling novel, I would be my generation's J.D. Salinger, a noted recluse. So, that's been on my mind.
And authors. Lots and lots of authors. I just closed a deal today for a client in New Zealand, and I'm close to closing another deal with an author in Southern California--the contract needs to be tweaked a bit to meet their specifications (the publisher is handling that); a favorite author/poet of mine and who I have been editing and producing his ebook and now his print on demand (i.e., paper) book is going to launch, *fingerscrossed* this weekend; and lastly, an author I've been hand-holding and trying to close a deal on for about a month or so stood me up for a meeting, yesterday, and that we had only planned the night previous, saying they "had been at the dentist and forgot. I'm so sorry." I had gotten cleaned up and dressed and drove to the coffee shop on four hours of sleep--I didn't want to go, but I did.
Huh. Not cool.
This author was already on a "mail only" program after previous shenanigans, but after my priority mail envelope to her came back to me because I did not have the right apartment number (think 905 vs. 9055, and yeah, the dumbass post office did send it back to me), and she was feeling anxious about the edits (she didn't want her document edited in Word using track changes--she wants them on paper, which I'm fine with, but takes longer). She tried to get me to meet her husband at 8:45 this morning, but I was firm that I would mail it and that it was no big deal for me to do. Needless to say, her project is not #1 on my list of things to work on.
I wake up in the morning, and I have a life to get up to. I usually leave myself a list or work stacked up on my desk so that when I do wake up, bleary-eyed and dazed (I've been like that all my life) and so I won't get sucked into reading every fucking blog or news site on the Internet, but limit that for later in the day.
And coffee. Lots of coffee.
I could never do this if I were in school. I rarely even think about it.
I'm learning new technologies and programs almost on a daily basis. And I'm either discovering these technologies and / or teaching them to myself. It's exhilarating. The days go by very quickly. I'm doing something I love, even when it's frustrating. Finally.
