Two years ago, I was a frustrated web developer. I had never intended to become a computer programmer; it was just a skill that I fell back on after fleeing philosophy grad school. For a time, I channeled my creative passion into technology entrepreneurship and personal writing projects, but the enterprises never turned any profit, and the writing projects sputtered haplessly. And so I found myself ten years later, still programming -- bored, aimless, unhappy.
In the fall of 2007, the Democratic presidential primary entered full swing. Barack Obama's ardent demands for "change" appealed to my discontented soul. I began compulsively consuming election news and arguing with faceless strangers about Obama's "electability" and Clinton's "baggage" on a website called Talking Points Memo.
When TPM upgraded the Cafe, I decided to try my hand at blogging. A few of you responded to my first posts with warm praise. I was pleased and proud. So I blogged again. And again. And again. Many of you told me that my writing made you "LOL" and choke on your coffee. Like Billy Joel's Piano Man, you'd ask me "Man, what are you doing here?" The writing energized me. It offered an outlet for my creativity, an achievement for my pride, and most importantly, a hope for my future.
But it didn't pay. I reduced my contract work to the minimum that would allow me get by, but the programming had become almost unbearable to me. I launched my own blog,
dagblog.com, along with a few friends and fellow TPMers. We've been reasonably successful but not nearly successful enough to pay the bills.
So I turned to print. I began work on a Biblical parody called
The Heretic's Bible. I showed the work to a literary agent. She liked the writing but rejected the book as too difficult to sell. I blogged what I had written at dagblog instead.
I picked a new topic and tried again. This time, the agent bit. I spent this fall working on a book proposal. You may have read posts from my
Persecution Politics series, which is associated with the book concept.
Today, I'm happy to announce that I've been offered a book deal with an advance sufficient to allow me to write full time. The book is tentatively titled
How Bill O'Reilly Saved Christmas and Other Persecution Fantasies of the Right. It discusses the growing trend towards paranoia on the right wing and will be published by Da Capo Press in 2011. I'm not a web developer anymore. I'm a writer.
There is no one to whom I owe a greater debt in this transition then to you, my friends and fellow writers at TPM Cafe. You gave me the confidence to pursue a new course and the feedback that helped me develop my writing. You even helped me get a contract -- I clipped many of your responses to my blog posts and appended them to my proposal.
And so to the old-timers who were with me at the beginning, to the new "faces" that I have met more recently, to the many lost friends who no longer visit the Cafe at all, and to Josh Marshall and the TPM staff who made the Cafe what it is, I say: Thank you! I couldn't have done it without you.
PS I'll continue to write both here and at dagblog, but it will be a very busy year, so please forgive me if I don't have time to chat and argue in the thread as much as I used to enjoy doing. Have a very happy Thanksgiving.