And the Beat Goes On

Properly exhausted and humbled down to a tiny little nub, I can at least revel in the fact that the writing of my book and the writing of my book proposal are both now complete. What will become of any of this is anyone’s guess but I do promise this (to myself and anyone who may be listening): the book is gonna get published. It will exist in this big wide world somehow. It’s too important to me to let it disintegrate in a drawer somewhere. Which I am sure is what every author feels about her work once it is complete. The funny thing is, as I was walking with my husband around the neighborhood last night he asked me, So… what are you gonna do now? To which I responded the only way one can respond when her whole life is devoted to words: Start writing the next one, I guess.

Just like everything else, one thing leads to the next. You begin a thing and you end it and then you begin something else lest you go mad. You do your little projects and hope with all your mighty might that maybe someone else will like them. Notice them. Give a damn. And maybe they do and that’s really special. And maybe they don’t and that hurts a bunch. But either way, you have to get up and do the day the best you know how. And when you are sober you know right at the top of it that you are about to feel every single thing without hope of escape. And even though the addiction part of you is still fixated on the drink (it really is, it’s fucking insane) the rest of you is hyper aware of all the other various forms of possible escape that people around you are engaging in all the time. Escaping into substances or people or vacations or whatever else. Work. Success. Money. Botox.

All around us hangs the haunt of any other life but the one we’ve got to live in the skin we’re in. We reach for the easy way out and it all goes up in liquid smoke. Every damn time. That’s how you know that what a destructive thing is promising you is an illusion and not a reality. When you get up close to the part that’s supposed to be easy, it isn’t there. It doesn’t actually exist.

8 Replies to “And the Beat Goes On”

  1. CONGRATULATIONS on being done! Here’s hoping it’s wildly successful and that the next one will be equally so. If not… you always have blogging and people like us who also enjoy reading blogs. Keep writing and facing the day 💪

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  2. Congrats on the book and your love for words !!
    And the title of this post reminded me of the song with the same name (from the whispers and it is one of my favorite songs)
    Anyhow – the ending of this post was a bit surprising – kind of dismal??

    Well good for you for continuing on to writing the next one.
    I know most awesome authors do not do well
    With marketing – but I do think you should consider self publishing and finding ways to get your work out there – many years ago Seth Godin have away free downloads and others offer snippets to read.

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