It’s time to put my money where my mouth is.

I’ve been working on this book for years. For the longest time I was figuring everything out on my own, because I knew that, though my ideas were good, I couldn’t execute them as well as I wanted to. I wasted a lot of time there.

Finally I sent them to my editor, who is also my best friend. He’s got a good head for stories, and he helped me iron out the kinks. Another rewrite, and more confidence now that someone had seen my story and christened it as “not totally shit”. (He was more kind than that, but that would have been enough for me.) But his services came cheap – mostly in beer and owed favors.

Now it’s time to put my money where my mouth is. I’ve contracted a professional editor to whip this thing into shape.

I think it took me longer to get to this point than necessary because I was scared. It’s not that I don’t believe in my story, because I do; I wouldn’t have stuck with it this long if I didn’t.

It’s because, until now, I didn’t have to decide. Until now, I didn’t have to take a stand. Until now, the moment where this all becomes real was still in the future.

That time is now. I’m putting money down on this thing, so I can fix it up, doll it up real pretty, and then ship it. It will be months yet, but in my mind this project has turned from an eventuality to an inevitability.

It’s coming. Before the end of the year if I can manage it, though I’ve missed my target dates before. Whatever the case though, it’s coming.