I’ve been working on a super-secret writing project for the last three months, and it is finally finished. Perhaps ‘super-secret’ isn’t the right term.  ’Not-foolish-enough-to-blog-about-it-in-detail’ is probably a better way of phrasing it.

Nevertheless, the check came in, and I cashed it, and I used the money to pay some bills, so according to Stephen King, that makes me a writer.

The client is reading it over the next two weeks while he’s out of the country, so I will have to wait to hear what he thinks. If I did my job–which I believe I did–and the client likes it–which I think he will–and the gods are smiling on me–who can say–then the client may be inclined to throw some more work my way. If I did a really good job, then I might actually get public credit for my work.  Wouldn’t that be something?

I should know more by about July 12 or thereabouts.  Keep your fingers crossed.

P.S. The actual Stephen King quote is, “if you wrote a piece and someone published it and the check didn’t bounce and you used it to pay the electricity bill, you’re a writer.”