As NaNoWriMo draws to a close, I start thinking more about the future. Eventually, I plan to be commercially published. I’ve got several stories out on submission, both short and novel forms. The e-books I put out now are simply something fun to do and experiment with. I don’t expect them to be instant bestsellers, nor do I expect them to ever be. I don’t look at my self-publishing venture as something that will eventually support me.
I plan to work for one of those publishing houses when I get done with school a year from now. I’ve already started researching those houses, and looking at the jobs they post now to get me ready to eventually start applying.
The funny thing is, it’s not the application and interview process that scares me the most. It’s the part where I pack up my kids and move halfway across the country. Sure, I could get a job at a newspaper or a magazine here in Dallas, but that’s not the job I want. But that also makes me wonder if I’m being selfish. Is it right to uproot the kids and move them to a climate they’re not used to go to a school they don’t know, and into a house that’s not their home?
Of course, the thought has crossed my mind that it isn’t them that I’m worried about. It’s me. I’ve always had the nearby support of my parents and being a single mom, that support has been invaluable. But to be a thousand miles away from them? It’s terrifying.
Ok, I’m going to stop this rant before I go crazy. If you’re still reading through that mess, thank you so much and you have my sympathies for wasting your time. Ok, back to writing now. Really.
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