A Change of Pace

I’ve had a life change in the past week.

My contract work came to an end. I am no longer editing technical and learning language in miniscule font on a screen all day. In ways, this is a blessing. I was getting burnt out at the thought of a computer and would avoid my laptop at home. (You can imagine how productive I was on all things story when I wasn’t wanting to be near a computer.)

This Monday, I started at a new job. This one is different from any job I’ve had since university. That’s because it is in the book industry.

I am now a buyer and retailer of fiction, non-fiction, poetry–anything not a textbook. I started work facing a half-year backlogged mountain of publisher catalogues (about as tall as Jessica Corra) and that was just Fall 2014. There are more behind me. And ARCs–beautiful, beautiful ARCs.

I am attempting to not let the enticing concept of power get to my head. I am failing miserably thus far. I think I need to be grounded more in some of the work drudgery to take that shine off.

But, as of now, things are shiny, novel, and awesome. The idea of inventory on Friday isn’t even fazing me–I’ll get to know what I have to work with.

The only thing I’m worried about is if I will get burnt out in different ways. Bogged down with books and titles already on the market that I won’t have the energy to create my own. Physically, I’m sore moving books all day. Mentally? That will take longer to test.

So let the test begin.

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