Well, gentle readers, tonight I have a wedding to cater. I cooked all day yesterday, have a few more things to get ready this morning, and then I am off to the mountaintop to create culinary magic.
I have been grumbling for the last week about how much I don't want to do it. How much I want it to be over. How long this wedding has been hanging over my head - almost 18 months. (It's a very long tragic story that maybe someday I'll tell, maybe.) However, it is finally here and I am relieved.
You see, this wedding is the last of my former life. I made the mistake when I moved from Rhode Island, to think that I could take my life there and just transplant it here. Guess what? It didn't work. And now, two years later, I'm finally realizing the results of that futility.
I wrote a book, I finished it, I queried it. I am a writer. (Some people may disagree with that assessment, but I don't really care. This is my blog and I'm entitled to my own opinion.) I am no longer a caterer, I am a writer. And someday I will be an author. If it kills me I will be published. (LOL Have you ever seen such dedication!!!LOL)
I've always wanted to write and now that I'm through the worst of it, (finishing the first book) it can only get better. I know five years from now when I'm tearing my hair out over revisions for the big kahuna I'll bitch about why I decided to become a writer, but for right now, I'm satisfied with my career choice.
Now, if I could only get paid for it. Then I'd really be in heaven.
Happy New Year, may all your wishes, hopes and dreams come true. May we all be published!!!