There Is No Book!
Here’s the good news: I have a book deal!
It’s pretty cool. I’ve long wanted to write a book. As fun as it’s been to write Dad and Buried and come up with funny tweets (ymmv) and Instagram memes that occasionally get circulated all over the internet, and as enjoyable it was to write movie and music reviews and humor columns for my high school and college newspapers and a collection of random publications after that, and as rewarding as it was to write rants and opinion pieces and news items for Huffington Post and Scary Mommy and The Dad and even Cosmo somehow, and as productive as I’ve been writing blog posts and newsletters and marketing copy for actual office jobs and real life companies that sell things and provide services, I’ve always been reluctant to call myself a writer.
Truth be told, even now, with an honest-to-god book deal, I still won’t do it. Even when I publish a book I still won’t call myself a writer. I suspect I never will, unless and until I somehow make my entire living as one, which doesn’t seem likely.
But hopefully, once I write and publish this first book, the idea won’t be quite as absurd. Especially if people actually read the thing!