I’ve been going a little nuts at my job lately. I just have a lot to do, and need to be in control of getting it all done. I guess I’m also the kind of person who (unfairly?) ascribes the end of the world to day-to-day shortcomings. Oh, that galley is going to be a week late? Oh my god, it’s the end of the world!
(And listen, I’m not being alarmist! I can delineate the intermediate steps between the late galley and the end of the world, if you like. If you don’t like, skip to the next paragraph. Otherwise, welcome to my neuroses: The galley is late, so I won’t be able to send out the manuscript for endorsements to famous people with enough lead time, so when the BNN reps (et al) go to sell this book in they won’t be armed with enticing enough information, so the accounts won’t purchase as much stock and the store presence will be relatively low on this title when it pubs, so even if we get good publicity on it consumers won’t have it front-of-mind because they’ll have to go digging, which means the title will never break out into a nicely-modeled frequently-reprinted backlist classic, which means it will eventually go out of print, which means the author will be sad and the company won’t make as much long-term revenue and I won’t have a strong seller to my name, which means my bid for taking over the free world will be supremely hampered, and the sun will supernova and destroy human civilization and no one will remember the book I tried to publish because the galley was late.)
I guess I’ve been carrying over the work anxiety to home. This has been driving F nuts, too, I have been brought to realize. In fact his words to me were “You’ve been a little nuts lately.” Poor F.
My marketing director says I am getting too caught up in work. She says she loves me, but I have to realize I’m a little crazy. She suggests I get some kind of hobby.
Yesterday, when I got home from work, I called my dad and told him.
“Tell her you have a hobby already,” he said. “Tell her you’re a book editor.”
This made me happy, because at least I know where I got this streak.
I’m thinking about going into work this afternoon. After Indian buffet.