And she is me. It’s 10:18pm and here I find myself, once again, writing at the very last minute, trying to achieve my goal of posting every day for the month of October. This is unnecessary stress I’m putting myself through when I can just plan ahead. Believe it or not, I did plan ahead to some extent. This week’s posts were supposed to be all about my self-publishing journey, where I am in the process and so forth. But since I didn’t get my fired story out last week, I gotta squeeze that in this week. That shouldn’t be too hard, because I haven’t done much in the way of self-publishing. I think I may want to put one last edit on my story myself before I hire an editor, but before I hire an editor I have to do a bunch of research to see what that even entails, and make sure I get someone good.
Lately I’ve been really into finding out more about Rich Paul. I mean I’ve heard of him before, vaguely – knew that he’s dating Adele, but even with that bit of information I didn’t know who he was. I thought Rich Paul was like his rap name or something ‘cause I don’t be knowin’ who these young rappers are now days. If you younger than Drake, I don’t know you.
But turns out, he’s closer to my age. He’s 41, and he doesn’t rap at all — he’s a sports agent, and a CEO of his company. And, get this, his name is actually Rich Paul. While scrolling through Instagram, I saw a clip of him at a conference. I then went and found the whole interview on YouTube. Then I Wikipedia’d him and read some of the articles about him that they reference there…you know, the ones that didn’t have a pay wall.
And I don’t know, I find him to be so fascinating. His story is so fascinating. Even how he got started – LeBron James peeped a jersey he had on while they were strangers in the airport and went up to him and the rest is history. I’ve always been a fan of LeBron James’ business acumen. Even if Rich Paul may be the brains behind some of his decisions, LBJ still had the good sense to take Rich’s advice.
LeBron was a fucking teenager, I believe, when he met Rich. Rich just happened to be in the right place at the right time. That’s kinda how I’m hoping it will be with me and my editor. I hope I can just run into the right person at the right time. Most people in that sports agency field have degrees, but not Rich. Yet according to the 60 Minutes interview I watched of him today, he’s responsible for some $4 Billion in contracts for athletes. That’s not to discredit credentials or someone’s resume, but I’ve been around enough people with degrees, “experience” and titles behind their names to know that that doesn’t necessarily mean shit about somebody’s ability to perform well at their job. I’m out here tryin’ to run into a Rich Paul book editor, and we can come up together like he and LeBron.
But anyway, that’s what I need to be doing this week: I need to research and find a book editor, I need to finish my fired story and I need to establish a routine and also carve out some time to look for work – they make you do that when you get unemployment. Oh, and create and stick to a budget. I figure I can use my unemployment for my living expenses and my savings to finance my book publishing.
I’m thinking I can get up every day at 6 or 7am (I’ve turned into a night owl again as of late. I’m talking going to sleep at like 4, 5 in the morning) do my Bible study, do some exercise and write. I’ll do my laundry on Tuesdays and clean on Saturdays. Maybe do errands on Wednesdays to get out the house, and I don’t know. I have to come up with something, ‘cause this writing at the very last-minute thing ain’t it. It’s so much easier when you establish a routine, you can just go on autopilot.
It’s also that I just get so easily distracted sometimes. Like as of late, I’ve been really into planning outfits for my upcoming trip to Seattle. Lately, I’ve been really into the pleated midi-skirt with high top converse look. So I’ve been scouring the internet, looking for outfits that I want to recreate – with my own little spin on it of course – for my trip. I’ve been thinking about the places I will visit and what I want to look like when I’m there and what I want my pictures to look like, and that has been more fun that trying to write. Really, I’m obsessed.
Quick story: I remember back in the day, when I used to go to these journalism conferences, because I wanted to work in journalism – still do to some extent – and I would spend so much time getting my outfits right. First I’d pour through magazines for inspo, then I’d go to every mall, Ross, TJ Maxx, Marshalls to get the perfect looks. I’d get my hair done, my makeup would be flawless. I’d get to the conference and walk tall and proud and get so many compliments, yet I spent so much time on the way that I looked that I didn’t have my resume together, and I didn’t practice talking to people that had the potential to hire me, only to get in front of them sometimes and sound like a bumbling idiot, or just be too nervous, just be unprepared. So anyway, that’s my story the moral of which is I have to be sure to put things into perspective. We’ll see. Cheers to the week ahead.
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