In which we embrace the plant-base
(Oh hi, it’s been a while, we’re changing things on…
So I submitted my manuscript. Just like that, with the push of a button, it was done. Three months of late nights and early mornings, of weekends spent at the computer, of exhaustion and stress, over, just like that. I expected more fanfare, I guess. Like maybe a little unicorn should have pranced across my screen singing, “You did it! You did it!”
There are still editor’s queries to answer, and licensing agreements to collect, but the biggest part is over. Looking back on the experience, there were definite good things and bad things. The stress was unbearable. Having a full-time job while writing a book in three months is just NOT a feasible plan. I needed more time… at the end of every day, I felt like crying and screaming out, “I just need more time today!”
But experiencing all those restaurants, meeting all those chefs and owners and cooks and waitstaff, and tasting all that food was wonderful. Now there are a zillion MORE places I love in Austin, which makes choosing a restaurant for dinner infinitely harder.
That’s the other thing – I get to CHOOSE which restaurant I want to go to now. I don’t have to try a new place at every meal. If I want to go to FINO every week, that’s okay! If I want to order the same dish every time, that’s okay! Research is over! I can eat at my old favorite places! I can order just one thing! Crazy talk. Seriously.
Tonight for dinner we talked about going out for sushi. But in the end, I just wanted to stay home. So I had a toasted English muffin topped with fried eggs and avocado. For dinner. At home. It was perfection.
I just can’t believe it’s done. My worries have switched from “What if I don’t finish?” to “What if people don’t like it?” But it’s out of my hands now. I did my very best in the short amount of time I was given. And now I can go back to life.
Although the book took up so much of my daily life that I’m not quite sure what to do with myself now. What was I doing before this all started? I think I was working on my photography skills. I was learning French. I was watching movies and doing crossword puzzles.
So tonight, after my fried eggs and avocado, we sat on the couch and watched Sherlock Holmes. And then we talked, and I whined about life for a while, and then I got out my favorite book ever: The Kitchen Diaries by Nigel Slater. And life began again.