Writing a book has been a fascinating process.
I’ve been doing what I do as a marketing professional for so long that it often feels like I could do my job in my sleep (my, how efficient that would be!). This, as you can imagine, brings a tremendous amount of mental stability and warm and fuzzy feelings.
Learning to write a book, on the other hand, has been new and different and really damn hard most days. The laundry list of dumb questions I ask my agent, editor and publisher is at least a mile long — it’s a miracle they still put up with me. Some days I feel terrified I won’t hit the deadline, worried I’ll never come up with 75,000 words (that’s a real number) to describe the self-doubt that lives deep within mothers, and I’m bone-tired exhausted from sitting at a computer for nine hours in a row.
In fact, that last one is the reason I haven’t written a blog post in a while — after writing all day, I simply collapse into my pajamas with an enormous glass of red wine, begging not to look at a computer, or words in general, until the following day.
But, I’m enjoying being new at something.
Being the least knowledgeable person in the room has been invigorating. I’ve never taken so many notes, asked so many questions, and had so many first-of-their-kind experiences.
Take last week, for example. I had a big meeting with the company that’s publishing my book. At one point, I found myself sitting in a huge conference room surrounded by the marketing, publicity, sales, design and production teams and everyone was talking (and was excited about) my book!