I'm finally at the point where I can start thinking about the next big project. I'm a little freaked out by the very idea of another project, frankly, which is why I keep finding ways to distract myself from diving in and really writing. See -- The Book (the one that will come out at the end of June (buy one)) felt ordained, somehow, even during the 2+ years it took to actually sell it. The new idea is just something I think will work and will be a kick to work on, but it doesn't feel the same. Maybe it's wrong to expect the process to be the same this time. After all, my two pregnancies weren't the same. The kids certainly aren't the same. But, still, I just wonder if this is the right direction to be heading in. If I never actually write anything, however, I guess I'll never know.
And, of course, all of this career navel gazing is merely another distraction from diving in and writing. I'm really good at this whole avoidance thing.
Oh -- and the next project (the one that I am convincing myself to start) doesn't have a buyer yet. It may be that it never will. That whole "on-spec" part of this business irritates my inner capitalist. I mean -- you wouldn't ask a plumber to refit all of the pipes in your house with the caveat that you may not pay him unless you really, really like his work. Ditto brain surgery. Or teaching. Or flipping burgers at McDonalds. Still, this is the business I have chosen. It beats digging ditches, I guess.
Anyway. Some useful content:
Ben Franklin's list of 13 virtues. You know, I think Old Ben was right on with this. If I could have a beer with any Revolutionary Era dead white guy, Franklin would be my man.
Also, I want someone to knit a pair of these stockings for me. Grumperina never ceases to amaze.
And now to work. Maybe. If I can commit.