This week, I waited until the last possible moment to write my blog. And I won’t say that it’s paid off or that my procrastination was by design. It wasn’t. But I did have an inspirational conversation earlier tonight with someone I only met as a result of a cold call. Let me explain, briefly, and then get out of here, because it’s getting late.
In the past year I have gone from irrational optimism, through a series of progressively more realistic goals for the enterprise of New Bayou Books. I was going to sell a lot of books. Then I was going to sell some books. It took a long while to reach the point I’m at now, which is the very simple, but still compelling goal that shares the title of this blog. I will keep writing my books because I have no choice but to write them, and while I do that, my only goal is to make something happen. Anything.
As part of that lofty goal, I send out a fair amount of unsolicited emails and notes every week. They mostly fall on deaf ears, and I’ve gotten pretty good about not taking it personally. People have other shit to do, and they mostly don’t care. It’s all good.
But every now and then, something interesting happens. And today was one of those days. I hooked up with a Louisiana university professor who is a little bit older and a whole lot wiser and more experienced than me, and the man–in the true spirit of Louisiana chivalry–has offered to help me.
Something has happened. I don’t know where it will lead, but it almost doesn’t matter, because I already know what would have happened if I hadn’t started New Bayou Books.
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