Good Morning

I like a lot of the folks who post. A lot. There are some truly cool and clever people out there. And I LOVE the names. Things like Tequila Mockingbird. Gotta love it. My name isn't clever. I just sign in as me. But that's OK. Because I kinda like me.

Cathy and I have been having serious book discussions. This is good. It is how the partnership keeps moving in the right direction, how we plot out where our people are going and make sure that it all makes sense, etc. The conversations that have been on my mind most this morning, however, are the business planning "Where are we going? How do we want to get there? What are our goals? What is our time frame?" questions. Because holy crap, we're actually AUTHORS. I'm DOING what I wanted to be when I grew up. I mean, one book can be a fluke. Two a coincidence. But SIX? And we're starting to make real money. Whoa. Wow. And again, holy crap! Cathy was asking me if I was completely weirded out yet (mainly because when I get weirded I tend to self destruct). The answer is yes and no. Because it's happening gradually enough that my mind is actuallly wrapping happily around it most of the time. The money's coming in in mid-sized bursts: big enough to do me some good, not huge enough to weird me out completely. And I'm happy. So I'm not self-destructing. And mostly I'm not wigging out -- although the thought of actually presenting something as part of a panel at a professional writing conference is again, a little weird. Not bad weird, but... weird.

(Cie wanders off into the morning muttering...)