Working myself right out of a job?

I had a realization this morning that I might be working myself out of a job.

Part of what I'm doing for Heath Sommer is trying to find an agent to shop out his books for a re-release and all that comes with that. If I succeed, I will no longer be his editor or his publicist.

Hmm....

When life hands you lemons...make lemonade?

Okay, that just came to mind. I was going to write a post about what a bummer this all is (not that we're even close; I just started trolling agents YESTERDAY for goodness' sake). But what I should be thinking is, if I accomplish this, I can surely accomplish it for others. I'm simply building my resume here.

I am a freelance goddess! 

(That's me being a goddess. Maybe instead I should be hunched over a laptop, bleeding on the keyboard.)










So, hey, maybe getting this done will prove my worth as a publicist. And I'll always be an editor. I just need to send my name farther into the world of bookishness.