Today Was a Good Day
And so after three months of nail-biting suspense, with emotions that ran from excitement to fear to homicidalism (I'm making that word up), my wife and I officially bought an apartment today. We are now proud homeowners of a one bedroom apartment in Manhattan, and the proud owners of a mortgage that would make a grown man weep. Still, it's a relief to finally be moving out of the studio. Not that it hasn't been, well, cozy, but we all know cozy is just another word for, "The apartment is kind of narrow, I hope you don't mind only being able to sleep one at a time." It's a great feeling to say I'm a homeowner. Now if we can just take down all those mirrors the previous owner installed all over the walls...
Also, I got a message from my editor of the, "If you want to have a good weekend, you'll call me back" variety. Of course I called her back--probably would have put out an APB if necessary. It turns out there are some amazing things in the works for THE MARK, most of which I can't really talk about until they're officially official, but my publisher is aiming for a first printing that made my eyeballs do that Arnold Schwarzenegger thing from "Total Recall." I feel so unbelievably lucky to have a publisher putting this kind of thought and support into THE MARK.
Plus I sent back my copyedited manuscript this week. There are few things more enjoyable in this world than debating whether "buttcrack" should be one word or two. Galleys should be ready in about 6 weeks or so. Saying I'm excited is like saying Middle America doesn't get Borat.
Of course there's a ton of work to be done by and for my publisher to properly support THE MARK. As my editor said (or was it Bill Parcells?), the bigger the meal you're trying to cook, the more cooks there will be in the kitchen. Still, better that than having one, harried cook whose hair is falling into the soup and who can't find the pepper.
Doesn't matter, though, cause I'm game. I have "Eye of the Tiger" pumping through my veins right now. I'm indestructible. I'm a machine.
Wait...My foot fell asleep while I was typing this. Ow. I'm not a machine. I'm a man with a foot that hurts. And a mortgage. Pins and needles. Ow.
And so after three months of nail-biting suspense, with emotions that ran from excitement to fear to homicidalism (I'm making that word up), my wife and I officially bought an apartment today. We are now proud homeowners of a one bedroom apartment in Manhattan, and the proud owners of a mortgage that would make a grown man weep. Still, it's a relief to finally be moving out of the studio. Not that it hasn't been, well, cozy, but we all know cozy is just another word for, "The apartment is kind of narrow, I hope you don't mind only being able to sleep one at a time." It's a great feeling to say I'm a homeowner. Now if we can just take down all those mirrors the previous owner installed all over the walls...
Also, I got a message from my editor of the, "If you want to have a good weekend, you'll call me back" variety. Of course I called her back--probably would have put out an APB if necessary. It turns out there are some amazing things in the works for THE MARK, most of which I can't really talk about until they're officially official, but my publisher is aiming for a first printing that made my eyeballs do that Arnold Schwarzenegger thing from "Total Recall." I feel so unbelievably lucky to have a publisher putting this kind of thought and support into THE MARK.
Plus I sent back my copyedited manuscript this week. There are few things more enjoyable in this world than debating whether "buttcrack" should be one word or two. Galleys should be ready in about 6 weeks or so. Saying I'm excited is like saying Middle America doesn't get Borat.
Of course there's a ton of work to be done by and for my publisher to properly support THE MARK. As my editor said (or was it Bill Parcells?), the bigger the meal you're trying to cook, the more cooks there will be in the kitchen. Still, better that than having one, harried cook whose hair is falling into the soup and who can't find the pepper.
Doesn't matter, though, cause I'm game. I have "Eye of the Tiger" pumping through my veins right now. I'm indestructible. I'm a machine.
Wait...My foot fell asleep while I was typing this. Ow. I'm not a machine. I'm a man with a foot that hurts. And a mortgage. Pins and needles. Ow.
posted by Jason Pinter at
7:59 PM
6 Comments:
Congrats all the way around! :)
That's the best part, knowing that whatevery ungodly sum we're paying to the bank we'll at least be making a chunk of it back down the road. Of course when we saw just how much money we'd owe the bank in total--including interest--we nearly passed out.
Wow! Congrats on all your good news today! Can't wait to read it and write a review here, way out west!
You had me at Borat.
Congrats, Jason. Great news all around!
My damn browser didn't refresh so I missed this Friday -- CONGRATULATIONS! Man, to be young and carefree in the city... HA! Seriously, wonderful news on all fronts. As a new homeowner myself, I appluad the decisiona nd offer one piece of advice -- make sure your contractors are licensed. (Mine are)It makes all the difference!
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