I am so grateful for those of you who’ve connected with me on Facebook and Twitter. I hope (no pun intended… okay, pun totally intended) that, sometime soon, you’ll be able to say “I was following that cat before it was cool.”
(It might be many things to follow me, but I don’t think “cool” will ever truly be the right adjective.)
In the meantime, I’m trying to establish the right amount of separation between the current iteration of my professional life and my burgeoning literary one. This schism is not entirely comfortable for me, and it’s not a decision I made lightly.
Part of the reason is that I don’t know what kind of monster I’ve created.
Let’s just dream for a moment – imagine that this novel does hit the big time. I don’t know what that future looks like, but I know I’d like it to be one where I can still grocery shop in peace.
I’d like my future to be a place where my husband, kids, family, and friends retain their privacy – where we can all carry on with some degree of tranquility.
Maybe the future holds a career anchored by novel writing and supplemented by freelance work. I don’t think that Hope is the one who writes your ad copy, ghost writes your article, or polishes your quality control plan.
Supplemental work might not even include writing, although I don’t think Hope is your yoga instructor, massage therapist, room mom, or neighborhood volunteer, either. I don’t think Hope gets elected to public office. Are any of these options in my future? I don’t know, but the time to anticipate such possibilities is now.
Maybe the monster I created is actually a soft, happy kitten, who is content to be cared for in my leisure while I maintain my current career trajectory overall. That is not my goal.
Between my theatre background and, um, common sense, I understand the odds I face. I understand paying dues, and I understand – most of all – my motivations. I’ve got stories to tell, and whatever allows me to do that, brilliantly, for the widest audience is where I want to be.
So, here’s my request. Be cool, cats. Keep Hope, literally (and literally). Marketing me, in the meantime, will continue the grind. I look forward to the point at which I can re-assimilate both personas, since the ones I know professionally are, in fact, marketers themselves – and fantastic ones at that.