Circa 1984. That's my boss on the left. |
I mention all of this because MBFI is consuming me. I do the event appearances for Books & Books, among other things, and I've been tapped to order for this event as well. It's like being handed a second full-time job on top of my regular full-time job.
Thankfully, some co-workers have stepped up to lighten my load. Not a lot, but enough to where I haven't actually torn my hair out.
I know, I know, I'm lucky to have a job in this economy. Particularly a book-industry job.
Then there's being a husband to my love, a father to my other love, Halloween, the After-Wedding Karaoke Jam Party, costumes, cleaning, meals, scratching the cat (no, that's not some gross metaphor). You know- life. I could be selfish and lock myself in my room until I'm published, but I don't think that would make me happy.
Besides, art doesn't happen in a vacuum.
I'm trying to keep the faith. Pushing the cursor isn't coming as easily as it has at certain moments in my life, but I still tell myself most days that it matters. I will dream big, and not listen to people who aren't. I will stop listening to the little voice in my head that says "It's been five years, Curtis, who you trying to kid?" I will follow The Rumpus's rule and Write Like a Motherfucker.
In the meantime, you'll probably find me in Books & Books buying office. Please send dark chocolate peanut M&Ms and Tito's Handmade Vodka.
I bet that 'second' job pays zilch!
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{Just Keep Buggering On}
and never stop writing buddy or I'll hunt you down and stich a wild haggis right up your nighty!!!!!!