Since the last post, countless readers have absolutely made my day with congratulations and sweet compliments about the book -- which is really incredible, considering that none of you have read it. (Careful, you guys! It might really suck, and then we'll all feel like idiots!)
But I've also gotten a lot of questions about it. The three most popular:
- What's it about?
- Who's the intended audience?
- Will it be published? When?!
And the answers to these questions are as follows:
- It's complicated.
- I'm not sure.
- I don't know, and I don't know.
And so, not to be coy, but at the moment it's best that we all forget I ever said anything about this, at least for the foreseeable future. I'm not good at being patient, and I'm not good at letting things unfold on their own, and now I have to do both. AT THE SAME TIME. It's out of my hands.
And right now, there is nothing to report.
And if I allow myself to wonder about the potential outcomes of this thing -- this thing that has been burning a hole in my brain and pouring from my fingertips in fits and starts and huge, vomitous chunks for the past three years -- I will drive myself utterly fucking insane. People keep telling me that I should just be happy to have finished it; that the completion is an accomplishment, all by itself.
Not to me, it isn't. Nope. The choices are as follows: Publication, or self-made nutcase. And if this thing doesn't reach its logical conclusion in the form of a purchase-able object on Amazon dot com, you can rest assured that the latter will come to pass. They'll find me running through a nearby park wearing nothing but mismatched underwear and an aviator's hat, singing the lyrics to "Louie, Louie", and trying to lick the sternums of passing senior citizens.
And I don't even know "Louie, Louie".
So, let us pretend for now that I haven't written a damn thing.
Because if and when there is news, trust me, you will not be able to shut me up.
BUT.
There is this other question -- a question that crops up occasionally, and which never fails to amuse me -- that I can answer. So, here you go. To all the people who have asked if I was, am, or have ever been the writer behind The Company Bitch:
No.
Also, I love you.
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6 comments:
I am confident that I could read four of your sentences in a row anywhere and know that it was you. That's why your imaginary book will get published. And then you'll have to dedicate this fictitious pile of paper and ink to the slick sternums of Agnes, Frank and Otto in McCarren Park.
I was the one who asked if you're the company bitch. In fact i've asked twice now. Call me persistent.
it's just that the tone and some of the things you've written are very similar (having pencils thrown at you by angry employers, etc.)
if it's not you, then i think you were just separated at blog birth!
Please don't drive yourself anymore mother Eff-ing insane. You are just the perfect amount of crazy right where you are
And HUGE congrats on getting the book done! That is huge! Whatever may come of it...what an awesome thing to pass on to future generations.
Well I, for one, will be absolutely ecstatic for you WHEN it gets published (ooh, risky being optimistic and forceful right there)!
I miss The Company Bitch...SO.MUCH.
i will pre-order at least 2 copies the minute its published. and i'll even treat you to a beer if you'll autograph 'em :)
You so have a fan base already, even if it's just us lowly bloggers.
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