I'm so psyched! I just received the first real copies of my book
! It's amazing ? if I do say so myself ? to see it in hardcover form. Having worked on this project for four years (on and off again in college) sometimes I feel like I wrote it so long ago or went over it so many times that it had lost its meaning for me. Of course, I had my worries. I was worried that maybe it sounded too young, maybe I used "dude" or "man" too often. What if the examples are hokey? Or people find the cover cheesy? I mean, my name is on this and on it for forever! But I picked up the book (the real book!) and started at the beginning. After reading the introduction I knew I was happy with the product. The intro really sums up why etiquette is necessary, as well as how and where it can make a difference. I heard the voice I wanted to hear. I read the words and I was proud of having written them. I felt it represented both the institute, my generation, and me. And I couldn't ask for more.
You see, I'm not a writer. I mean, I am a writer, but it's not what I ever considered or set out to do. I had always done projects on etiquette in school and such but I never thought that I could make a career out of it. I never knew I wanted to make a career out of it. I was one of those smart people who could succeed at all kinds of things but I never really knew where to get started. Let's say I lacked some direction. I tried teaching, but I really would rather teach once I'm much older. The whole 6am-4pm schedule really didn't fly with me. I wanted to pursue art, but trust me, that whole starving artist thing sucks. I then thought, well if I can't get my own work together, why not sell other people's. So I started looking into gallery work. But truth be told, I suck at art history, which made conversing difficult. I wanted so badly to whip out eras/artists/historical influences but I just don't have a brain like that. I could discuss the work in front of me and learn about it day in and day out but that only makes me a great docent.
As work on my book started to wrap up and I was in the waiting phase ? just waiting for pub date ? I found I really missed writing daily. I missed getting up and sitting at my computer and gathering thoughts. Finding ways to make them funny, or heartfelt, or whatever the mood struck, all the while tying in the sound advice that the Emily Post Institute is known for.
One day it just kind of hit. Forget art, right now, I have a book under my belt at 24. I poured my heart into making it the best it could be, while still properly representing both my company and my publisher. I could do it again. Maybe not another book just yet, but why not attempt some columns, a few editorial type pieces? See if it sounds good. My blog is too light-hearted to take seriously but what if I became what I already was: a writer? Oddly enough, yesterday my agent called and suggested the exact same thing. It looks like I may have stumbled on to a career. I hope I can hold onto it.