Yesterday, I wrote a really sad and whiny post about how disappointed I was not to be able to attend BEA this year (for the second year in a row). How bummed I was to miss out on the very first Book Blogger UnCon. How real it was starting to feel that I no longer lived in New York, or worked in publishing.
Today, I deleted that post. It was far to sad and melodramatic and self-pitying for my actual tastes. Today, I woke up and heard Elvis Presley on the radio, and knew that it would be a good day. Today, I decided that even though I no longer have two feet firmly entrenched in the book world of New York publishing, I can still work to maintain my one little foot in the land of books with my one little corner of the internet.
Today, I decided to accept that I have made choices that have brought me to where I am, and that I am no more unhappy with each choice than I am with where they have brought me.
I just have to work harder to keep going in the right direction. Whatever that is.
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