Hold Me Like You’ll Never Let Me Go

photo: bags of love

I’m almost two weeks into my hiatus and I can’t seem to stop doing my agenting work. Some stuff is unavoidable, but some of this is on me. I can’t step away from the car. I need to be needed. I’m love to sink deep into my work and I love a good distraction. I’ve wondered my whole life why I didn’t pursue writing, why I put others work before my own, living on second hand smoke, nose pressed up to the bakery glass. Part of the answer is I love editing the way some people love crossword puzzles. I love being part of creating books, thinking of titles and jackets and how to promote them. I also needed a job. Health insurance. I needed to stop worrying about me. I loved the publishing community, my peeps. I can’t believe I’ve lasted this long. Writing is also a bitch.

What’s your work/writing ratio?