So, the contract is signed, and the book is begun. Holy smokes.

The entire manuscript, complete with hundreds of graphics, dozens of contributions and about 200 pages, is due to the publisher May 1. That’s 54 days from today. Before I begin writing, I have to collect and organize an insane amount of data. I’ve been very busy with inquiries to free and low-cost tool vendors to get them to fill out forms about their products, plus I’ve been querying professionals about their favorite tools. And did I mention I’ve yet to begin writing? And, for whatever reason, my phone has been ringing twice as much lately with new projects from existing and new clients.

The workload is overwhelming. I’m officially daunted.

Every single minute that I am not working means guilt (including now when I’m taking time to update the blog), but I’m being as proactive as I can possibly be. I put D.J. on notice that most of my workdays for the next few weeks are going to be long ones, and I’ll probably be working every weekend. I’ve canceled haircuts, put off health care appointments, turned down visits and trips with friends.  I’ve warned friends and family that I’m strung tighter than the strap on my g-string after holiday feasting. I’ve increased the cupcake budget, and I’ve hired a temporary employee to cut, paste, follow up on inquiries and organize while I continue writing my regular stuff. She starts tomorrow.

And I’ve taken an extra step, a crazy step, an indulgent step. I just made a reservation for my first-ever writer’s retreat — a week in a nice condo in Palm Springs, CA. My retreat costs almost as much as I will receive as an advance for this book, and I’ll lose my regular revenue because I’ll leave my day job behind. My inner accountant is screaming — this decision does not make financial sense in the slightest. It’s logical to visit either my friend who owns a farm in Iowa or a buddy who lives in a house in the woods of Oklahoma. Both of those locales are more than an hour from a Wal-Mart. But I need to keep weird hours, withdraw from society and be a bitch when necessary. I can’t afford to be friendly or social, and my friends are too wonderful to ignore like that.

D.J. is 1000 percent behind my decision. “This is one of the most important projects in your career,” he said, “and you have to make an investment in yourself to make this succeed.” He’s right. Yet. Still. Umm. That’s a lot of money, and what if I get there and see the blank document as a blank wall? I’ll have wasted all this money, put my clients on hold and will be utterly disappointed in myself.

When my friend Troy was writing his book, he locked himself in the family motor home for several days to work. And he succeeded. Frankly, I think I will, too.

I take that back. I KNOW I will succeed. I have to succeed, and I’ve laid the groundwork to do so. I just need to put in the hours, and I’m ready to crank.

54 days.

For the second year I’m hosting the Avenue Z Virtual Food Drive (you HAVE to see the new cool site. Click here and Pledge!), and I’m hoping for TWICE the donations as last year (click here for the original story). Since I’m stepping up the publicity and the goal, I figured I better step up my efforts to get the donations. So last night on my way home from work, I stopped a few blocks from home to go door-to-door.

As always, I’m amazed at people’s generosity. Strangers bid me welcome into their houses, asked me to sit and rummaged through their cupboards. It was pitch black outside, and they didn’t know me from anybody, yet with little effort on my part I collected 4 bags of canned goods.

In one home, a woman invited me to sit as she searched for donations, even though she assured me she had given and given and given and probably had nothing left. “But I don’t want to send you away empty handed,” she said.

I chatted with her and her daughter for a while, and then the woman’s eyes lit up. “Oh goodness. I’m helping you, and maybe you can help me!” she said when I handed her my card. “You are a speaker, right? Well I run a group, and we need speakers every month….”

Lo and behold, I landed a speaking gig! Ok, so it’s a talk to the octogenarians at the Ladies’ Friendship Circle at the nearby Presbyterian church, but still!  The president said I’d probably be bigger than their bingo nights! Almost every time I go out to give a presentation, I end up with more business and more speaking engagements. An opportunity is an opportunity.

As the sole employee of Avenue Z Writing Solutions, it’s easy to isolate myself from others. Even though I now have a beautiful office of my own, I still come to work alone, spend most of the day alone and stay in my box. But I’m working to expand my network of business and personal connections. I recently joined a networking group called the San Diego Coastal Professional Group, which is comprised of local business owners of all types (including my new printer, Mario from SDPrint.com). We meet for breakfast once every two weeks to share education, encourage referrals and, well, eat breakfast. The dues for the group are minimal, and I’m hoping my efforts will really pay off. I want to put down deeper roots here in San Diego, both for myself and my business. And almost every time I reach out, I benefit.

PLEASE, please, please  stop by www.avenuezfooddrive.com to pledge to give to a local food bank. We’re looking for FOUR TONS of food donations to food banks around the world!

The last couple of days have been very exciting. This fall I read one of my short stories at a DimeStories event, and it tickled the funny bone of a reporter for The San Diego Reader. When he wrote a column about the event, he called my piece “the funniest story of the evening.”

The funniest story of the evening was told by a woman who wrote about going to the bathroom at work and having her boss sit in the stall next to her. People often talk about the Seinfeld where Elaine was in the bathroom and ran out of toilet paper. Well, the story told on this night was ten times funnier.

Awesome, right? I’m on top of the world. He asked me to post the whole story in the comments, and DimeStories went on to post the audio on the home page of their site. Awesome, awesome, awesome!

Now here’s the problem… My mother is mortified I wrote the story. It makes people squeamish. When people laughed at it during the reading, their eyes were wide and they covered their mouths with their hands in embarrassment. It is an oh-my-god-is-she-really-saying-that story. And I read it with all the gusto it deserves, which makes it even more atrocious.

So, here I am a professional writer with my own successful business. Do I keep news of my fiction away from my clients? Would they approve of a freelancer who writes copy for their website one minute and off-color fiction the next? Isn’t this like the female police officer who moonlights as a stripper? I’m really torn. Frankly, I love this piece. It makes me laugh, and it doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all to read it aloud. And I can’t tell you how excited I am that it’s gotten so much attention.

My gut feeling is that my present clients wouldn’t mind — in fact, they may get a kick out of it. They’ve known me for a while, and they know I’m a little off. I even sent it directly to a couple of them because I thought they’d laugh*. In addition, I truly hope to one day (soon?) make a living writing my own stuff. But I just sent out a massive mailing to try to solicit more clients. If they root around online and find this piece, would that be a turnoff?

It’s kinda too late now to ask that question. The story is out there, and my name is on it. If there are consequences, I’ll have to live with them.

For your uncomfortable listening/reading pleasure: “The Best Laid Plans of a Professional Meeting Planner”

• The audio (funniest)
• The published version (I love the comments)

*Neither of the clients I sent it to have written me back. Err.

My dear readers,

I’m at it again…On February 28, 2010, I will run my 5th marathon, this time the Mardi Gras Rock & Roll Marathon in New Orleans. Frankly, I can’t figure out why I continue running marathons*: my knees hurt; I love the couch; no one wants to see me in spandex; … I could go on and on. But I can tell you why I keep running them with The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society…

…. My madness can make a difference.

Speaking plainly, cancer sucks. By running to raise money to find a cure, I’m contributing to the research and support The Society gives to people with blood cancers. Mom is fighting thyroid cancer, and last year was more difficult than I could have ever imagined. I hope with every mile I run, with every dollar I raise, I can prevent other families from having to suffer.

Please don’t let my madness be for naught. If you enjoy hanging out here on Avenue Z and listening to the ups and downs of a professional freelance writer, please consider a donation. I’m asking for at least a buck a mile – that is $26.20 – to help find a cure. I’ll do all the running, but you’ll know you’re a part of the efforts. To donate, please visit http://tinyurl.com/Marathon5.

Thanks in advance for your support. Wish me luck!

Beth

Wait… ain’t got much dough this year? You can still help.

• Use my shopping portal to make your online purchases, and the stores will kick back a donation at no cost to you!
  —> http://bethz.mytnt.org
• Order a great cup o’ Joe at Jittery Joe’s, and I receive $3 for every can of TNT Blend you buy!
  —> http://tinyurl.com/BuyGreatCoffee

* Ok, you and I both know why I run marathons… it’s to support my cupcake habit.