During the meeting, people went around the table and said what they wanted to do for the book. Publicity, marketing, book cover design, editorial. A lot of it was talking about the fantastic things they had done for other books. It was surreal. (And that kind of a meeting had a lot more to do with my more famous coauthor than it did with me.)
I flew home that night. In the airport, I called my department’s assistant and asked if she could schedule a time with the department head. Even though we had not yet signed a contract, I had decided to do what my agent calls “sailing your boat out into the middle of the ocean and setting it on fire.”
I gave my notice the next day, on three hours sleep and the worst upset stomach you can imagine.