I have a lot of my favorite bloggers in my RSS feeds so that I can keep up with everyone, even if I don't always post comments or visit each and every blog. I notice that Corinna Makris, my roomie from Blogher, has a book coming out. This means that everyone but me in this picture has gotten a book deal now, which, to me, suggests that it's my turn. I notice that I am hearing and seeing book, book, book everywhere, and that my little ears perk up every single time I do. Even if The Universe isn't trying to tell me something, maybe I'm trying to tell me something. Even if there's not a guaranteed Rich and Famous contract in it for me, I know I like to write. It would give me something to do when I'm alone in my hotel room on all the million trips I am taking for work this summer.
Actually, I did write a book. It was a few shy of 150 pages, plus about five pages of references and another few pages of appendices. But I didn't get any royalties at all! I was robbed. In fact, I paid quite a lot of money for the privilege of writing it, money that I have to start paying off this month.
I did get to wear a pretty cool outfit with a funny hat. So it was worth it, I think.