So . . . today’s my birthday. Thirty-three trips around the sun so far, with at least thirty-five more in my future before things get sketchy. As with my other birthdays in recent years, I find I’m reflecting on the past, where I’ve been, how I got here, where I am, where I want to go.
It’s been a while since I’ve written here. Now seems as good a time as any. So . . .
I’ve been busy on a project with Anthony J. Rapino. It’s going to be announced at the end of this month. We’re both pretty excited about it, as we’ve put a lot of hard work and long hours into this thing. I can’t say more than that, but I think you will all be surprised in a good way.
That said, where I am is a scary place. I don’t talk about my day job much, mainly because I don’t want there to be a public association between Todd the Writer and Todd the Employee of a Nameless Corporation. And lately, talking about my day job is the last thing I’ve wanted to do because, well, things aren’t great there. I’ve been passively looking for another job since January, and actively (e.g. multiple resumes out into the world) for the last several weeks. This is a job I’ve held since 2007. I’ve grown up here. My coworkers are like family to me. Leaving them, leaving my comfort zone, scares me.
But . . . when I think back on where I was ten years ago, and where I am now, it’s disheartening to find that not much has changed on the job front. Sure, the place of employment has changed, but the overall feeling of dread and unhappiness has risen again. I used to like this job, but now I find I loathe it.
The problem is, I’ve built my financial life around it. I can’t leave without finding something to take its place. As I said, I’m actively seeking employment elsewhere. It sucks. I’d rather have my toenails ripped off. Slowly.
So that’s where I am. Let’s talk about where I want to go.
That project I’ve been working on could lead to something bigger. It’s the start of something that could potentially be a career. I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching lately, and I’ve realized that I will never truly be happy unless I’m doing what I want to do, and that’s work in publishing. All facets of it. Not just writing.
Don’t get me wrong—I still love writing, and I still intend to finish book #3, but this is bigger than that. For me, anyway.
Again, I’m being vague because I have to be. I don’t want to spoil the surprise.
For now I’m going to ask for two things:
1 – Good vibes. I’m going to need lots of luck if I’m going to succeed at finding something else in the job market.
2 – Support the project that’s coming up, in any way you can.
I think that’s all for now. Thanks, everyone, for the birthday wishes. They mean the world to me.
I’ll see you all again in three weeks. Stay tuned.