Well, at Least I Got That Done

In a few lines that appeared first in an essay and were included in The Areas of My Expertise, John Hodgman notes, “Here is something true that I have observed regarding people who have written books: their clothes fit well. They seem relaxed and happy as if they are thinking, well, at least I got that done. At least I wrote a book.”

My clothes are as unexceptional as ever, and I’m not yet relaxed and happy (perhaps some Champagne will help?), but I turned in my manuscript to the publisher today. It’s been a strangely emotional process, with all the highs and lows of childbirth, to which a nurse friend compared it. It was simultaneously a lot of work and an organic, natural process to get to this stage. I want it to be healthy and successful and able to stand up to criticism. And it’s both terrific and terrifying.

One Response to “Well, at Least I Got That Done”

  1. Courtney says:

    Funny thing about critics is that they usually end up being forgotten, while the authors, artists, and composers are long-remembered.