Counting The Chickens.

As you may recall I posted "The Devil's In Your Details" the other day. If you haven't read it please do. I think it's one of the better things I've written in quite a while (but that isn't saying much). If you don't want to read it I'll let you know the basics. It's about not working for free, and giving your stuff away. Plain and simple. Sort of.

This morning I slept in. I didn't have enough time to do my morning ritual of sitting around in front of my computer checking my email, catching up on tumblr, reading comics, and drinking a cup of tea. I basically had enough time to brush my teeth, get dressed, and grab an orange to eat on the road to work. It's nothing out of the ordinary just another day in the life.

When I get to work I fire up the ole iphone, and see that I have several emails to read. Usually at this point in the morning it's Groupon with another deal I'm not going to buy, and some other things I subscribe to. Today was different.

I have two email addresses. One for personal, and one for some of my more professional pursuits. Well, what I consider professional like photography gigs, writing for websites, and other "jobs." I don't get email in this inbox as frequently as my other personal inbox, but some mail shows up there from time to time. Today was one of those rare days.

In the subject line it says "Ripley's Believe It or Not Book - Green River photos."

So, basically I've been asked to put my Goldstream River photos in Ripley's Believe It or Not. How cool is that? Pretty impressive, right? I used to read these books cover to cover when I was a kid. I loved them.

I replied to the email, and now I get to play the waiting game. Waiting for a response from anyone is always the hardest part. Especially when you are dealing with responding, and replying to emails an entire continent away. Same sort of thing happened when I had my photographs published in The Sun.

Email is a stressful thing for me. First off I'm terrible at spelling and grammar (if you couldn't tell). Secondly when it comes to something like this how do you respond? It's tough. I don't want to come off as too West Coast laid back, and I don't want to come off as a tight ass. There is no tone in email. It's just black words on a white screen.

This morning when I got the email the first person I told was my dad. Mainly because he was the closest person. Also everyone wants their dad to be proud of them. Afterward I kind of kept it tight lipped for a while (twenty minutes). Eventually I called my mom to tell her, because again who else am I going to tell. Well twitter, maybe.

So I guess I've counted my chickens before they hatch. I haven't heard back yet, and obviously I hope to hear back soon. Damn these time zones.

Lately, I've felt very stagnant in my life. This really perked me up. This like this have been happening to me more and more in the last year. It kind of validates of those decisions I've made over the last few years. It's what I want to do with my life, and maybe things are finally coming round.

It's time I actually put some work in.