But after being away from it for over a week while I prepped for my first event and recovered from a misadventure down the stairs, I am ridiculously giddy sitting here working on my latest edit. Even though I know this is the beginning of another round of insanity, I am so freaking excited to be behind my desk editing.
(Yes, I do realize I can't be editing and writing this blog post at the same time, but really, it was just supposed to be a simple Facebook status, but then it morphed into a whole lot more I didn't know I needed to say.)
I have eighteen books either published, in process, or booked for editing. 18! That blows me away, especially since only two of the eighteen books published in 2013. And it's only April. Potentially, sixteen books will publish this year with my name listed as the editor. 16! I'm booking at least eight weeks out, and it's filling up fast. I had to create a new category on my editing schedule just to keep track of the samples I've committed to for potential new clients. I'm struggling to keep up with everything and maintain a balance between day-job (fixed hours), editing, and my husband. I can't remember the last time I made a real dinner for the two of us. Did you know you can live on popcorn and coffee? No, really. I've been doing it for weeks.
But here's the thing...I wouldn't change anything.
Not. One. Thing.
In all my life, I can honestly say I have never been so content, or satisfied, with my chosen profession. All the times in the past, when I thought I'd found it, I was just getting a taste of what was to come. Each time was a little closer, but nowhere near the real moment when I found it.