This is a very strange time at work. The news of my impending move away from the corporate world and into the life of a freelance writer is pretty much searching it’s happy place. This means that people are stopping me in the hallways, or pausing in the quiet moments before and after meetings. They tell me they’ve heard about my next step, and they’re excited for me. They’re interested. They wish me well and they all say how cool they think it is that I’m taking this opportunity.
In the meantime, I’m still working on a final date to transition (I fully intend to go out on the highest of high notes possible), so while I dearly love and appreciate the thoughts, I find I’m not able to actually see the end of the tunnel.
Odd, I know. But, hey, that’s just how it is.
I have such a tough, tough life.
In the meantime, I set aside episode 7, Lord of the Freeborn for a couple days because I’m working on a collaboration with Bill Crow Johnson, another SF guy around here who has indie published a couple books. It’ll take another day, then it’s back to it.
Of course, we’ll be in Detroit this weekend for Brigid’s signing. Yippee!