I wrote a book.
I kind of didn’t want to talk much about it until the thing was finished and turned over the publisher, which as of this afternoon – the very day of my deadline – it is, and it has been.
It’s done. It’s gone. I’m glad.
It’s an astrology book, but I can’t tell you much else about it yet. Let’s wait and see if the publisher accepts it, then I’ll spill all. Here’s hoping that if they do, they give me a hard-to-please editor and a certain amount of time to massage the thing into a book I can be proud of. It’s not there yet; I ran out of time. It’s brutal to write your first book during a hard Saturn transit, during the holidays… let’s face it, anytime at all.
I needed more time, but of course I’m new at this and had no idea what to expect when I agreed to the deadline. I sort of suspect there might have been easier ways to go about it all; basically, I approached it as I would one of my essays – which is to hurl a bunch of words at a piece of paper, Jackson Pollok-style, then retrace my steps and pretty it up. Unfortunately, while the Jackson Pollok part was pretty straightforward, I kind of ran out of time before I was finished with the prettying-up.
But you know what? I wrote a book! And that contented, purring sound you hear in the background is my 9th house North Node, feeling pretty pleased with itself. I wrote a book, and for the rest of the evening I’m gonna sip champagne and bask in what I’m certain is the temporary glow of achievement and satisfaction.
