Posted by: oneyearbook | February 20, 2009


Twenty-two days from now, I’ll work my last day as a journalist and start out on my year-long project of writing a novel. Scary.

Certain family members (I’m looking at you, Mother) have pointed out that this may not be the best time to choose to be leaving full-time, stable employment, with the economy the way it is right now. She might add, but politely does not, but that now is not a great time to be trying to make a living writing books. She’s probably right, on both counts, but this plan was hatched more than a year ago; waiting for the economy to pick up again could be a multi-year process. Plus, I’ve been bragging since high school that I was going to write and publish a novel. Gotta at least try to follow through on the grandstanding before the 10-year reunion comes along, right?

I’ve collected all the necessities: enough money to keep the ‘starving artist’ cliche from becoming reality; a bachelor’s degree in creative writing, and with it, one hopes, all the writerly tools for success; an idea and a tentative outline; a cat – all the best writers seem to have one; and a computer for actually writing the thing on. Now, add the missing ingredient – time – and, voila, abracadabra, open sesame, a book.

We’ll see if it’s that easy.



  1. I hope this isn’t a case of mothers always being right, fingers crossed for you that this all works out.

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