At a recent family gathering, I had the opportunity to discuss my career choice—mainly, I answered a lot of curious questions about the publishing industry—and it occurred to me that I was sounding very knowledgeable. I've been picking up lots of information in the last few years, but it wasn't until I was talking with people with no knowledge of this world that I realized how much I had learned.
And then I checked out what was happening at Pub Rants (discussion of royalties and information publishers send an agent/author) and I realized how little I know. Apparently I've finally reached that level where I know just enough to realize how much there is that I don't know.
I hadn't really thought about it before, but I guess it's a phase that happens in all new endeavors, whether it's a new job or a new subject in school. I went far enough in Spanish to realize that I barely knew anything. I didn't make it that far in physics. I surpassed the hurdle into the territory of "knowledgeable" in literature. I've had jobs where just when I thought I knew everything, I realized I knew only the tip of the iceberg...and then I got a lot better.
I'm going to take this as a good sign. I'm doing the right thing. My research is paying off. Now I just need to sell Madison so I can learn, firsthand, everything involved in the next step (and everything involved in royalty statements).
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