Awareness Can Be Dangerous
"I'm writing a book." I said.
"Yes, yes you are."
"This is my second book, the first is coming out in a few months and I have another to write after this."
"Yes, yes you do."
My life is almost complete really. My goals as a child was to see a book that had my name attached to it as the author. Now that goal is about to be reached. I've been published in magazines, been on radio and TV, have done work for and been mentioned in numerous other publications, periodicals and books, but outside of seeing my name on the front of a few magazines (usually 'Inside: _____ by Danny Best') but this will be the first time my name will be attached to a book that I wrote and compiled.
That just spins me out.
I don't think I'm breathing the rare air here, and I'm not saying that I'm writing the great novel, a book that will change life and society as we know it. However with this book I set some goals and I'm hitting them all, with consummate ease. I'm blessed because I get to speak to people who's work I've admired since I can remember reading. I'm blessed because I have great people around me who are just as passionate about what I'm doing and who give me the latitude to work like I do. They understand that, at times, I'll go quiet or vanish for a few hours while I search for that elusive thought, and in that understanding they'll just leave me to it.
I've said it before, I'll say it again. Life is damn good right now. And it's only going to get better.
Interestingly enough my pal Chade, who I get to edit the bulk of my professional work, had a similar, albeit different, case of awareness on the same topic.