Author Journal
Sometimes I feel like all I do is live by my wits. I’m invited to speak. I make an editor’s first cut. A new contract arrives in the mail. They have to scrape me off the ceiling. And then reality sets in. The speaking invitation requires, at minimum, a cohesive message delivered by a punctual person (with or without sweating palms). Making that first cut only means more hoops to jump through. And attached to the new contract is the expectation I will endure edits and pour myself into promotion. Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful, and I wouldn’t trade this kinetic life, but…
Note to Self:
Opportunity is most often spelled W-O-R-K.
©2014 by Janalyn Voigt
