Hitting “Submit” and Other Acts of Insanity

Two of the scariest words I know are “hit submit.” I mean, think about it. Healthy adults aren’t supposed to do either of those things. Hitting will get you jail time, and submitting, well, let’s just say that’s not my lifestyle. Just ask my husband.

Nowadays, though, we can’t do much of anything without hitting a submit button somewhere. Everything I want to do involves agreeing to intelligible terms, pushing an innocent looking tab, and locking myself into a decision I might regret.

God only knows what all I’ve agreed to over the years. I’m expecting Facebook to demand a kidney any time now.

The real problem with hitting the submit button is that once done, it can’t be undone. It’s more permanent than marriage, really. You can undo matrimony for $65 in some states, but try and get off an e-mail list or unsubscribe from Gmail and you are facing a yearlong battle. Or worse, just try and get your name off the Internet.

Submit is just so… permanent.

Scarier still, when you do hit submit, it means something has changed. Usually, it’s something good, like buying a pair of shoes or joining an online community, but it’s not always that way. I’ve paid my taxes by hitting submit, and that wasn’t particularly pleasant.

Submit equals the point of no return and sometimes resembles a walk down the proverbial plank. I’m on that plank.

I just submitted my application for the IBSN number for a novella I will be, hopefully, publishing on Amazon in December. Even scarier than the IBSN thing, I just created an author account with them.

I mean, how did that happen? When did I think I had the stuff to be an author? Well, honestly, I probably don’t, but I’m trying anyway. In fact, I seem to be trapped by the dream of writing novels. I’ve already hit submit my NANOWRIMO novel for next month, which means I get to do this whole novel thing all over again. I just can’t help myself. My husband believes this desire stems from some unmet need in my youth and requires intense intervention, and he may be right.

Now, I’m hitting submit on this post. It isn’t such a bad thing except for the fact that once I hit submit, I can’t change my mind. I’m committed to do what I’ve said. I’ve committed to publish.

That thought terrifies me, but I’m doing it anyway.

So, please excuse me while I hit submit.

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3 Responses to Hitting “Submit” and Other Acts of Insanity

  1. Brenda says:

    Please tell hubs you are engaging in modified journal therapy which, like medication, is effective as long as you keep taking it. And announce your book release! THIS December?!?!

  2. cardamom says:

    Hey Lady Lady — such exciting news! I’m realising now that I have so fallen off the boat I’m not completely sure which novella this is. Ve must talk….

    This past week has been lunatic, but things are quieter a bit now. (I know, it’s the modern vice that one keeps repeating this mealy-mouthed mantra without actually having the guts to make it true!). At any rate, have just put hubby onto train back to Boston, which means I’m down to just my mother to keep happy between now and Friday when I leave NY myself. So should be able to sit down with my laptop in the evenings at last.

    None of which means you are necessarily having the kind of week that makes chatting an attractive (or even a possible) activity. But at least I’m going to grasp the nettle, accept the fact that my old convos are gone and upgrade my damn skype.

    In the meantime, there’s always flinging emails across the ether. I still want to talk more with you about Manny and the Mist. And what you’re doing for your nano-writhe….

    Gotta go get supper on the table! More soon. xxxA

  3. abbyweyr says:

    Hooray! I so look forward to sharing the story with friends near and far! Best wishes! I’ll even get on Goodreads and leave a review for you.

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