As I mentioned in my last post, I got a publishing contract last week. I should be jumping rainbows and over the moon about it, but the same day I signed the contract, I lost my job.
So my celebrating has been muted. I'm still thrilled that The Boyfriend Plague has found a home and will eventually be out there for the world to read. I'm excited about going through the editorial process and learning how best to market my work so it finds its way to the readers who will most enjoy it.
But at the same time, there is a lot of uncertainty about my future. The business I've been running for over 8 years has been sold and my services are no longer required. I'm trying to be unemotional about it, but it's difficult. I've put so much of myself into the business and I love the people I work with. I love my regular customers and the people who bring their events and functions to me every year.
I foresee a busy few months ahead as I try to find work at the same time as trying to get my book ready to go out into the world... But first I have to get through one last week at the cinema and having to say goodbye.
Do you ever think whoever's running the joint has a really sick sense of humor?