I am writing a book

My editor called me up out of the blue last week and says:

“Karen, would you like to write a book? It would be about Chocolate.”

Silence, pause. Incredulity.

This is the equivalent of him phoning up and asking if I’d like to win the lottery and move to Paris.

“Am I being Punk’d?

“No. I’m serious. Are you interested?”

“No, I would like to continue working my dead-end job in Oil and Gas delivering people’s mail and cleaning up after a bunch of ingrates.”

“You know Karen, sarcasm is a hidden form of anger.”

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Okay, so maybe the conversation didn’t go like that at all and has been embellished for entertainment and dramatic effect. But close enough. Basically, a publisher in Edmonton is looking for an author to write a book about chocolate.

No, I’m not making this up. No, *you* are not being Punk’d.

“You don’t sound very excited, Karen.”

I explain to him that I'm hungover and full of pancakes. But really, I am very excited. I mean, Food porn? Where do I sign up?

They offered me the job, with a decent enough paycheque to make it worth my while. It will be sold predominately at Wal-Mart, Costco and Superstore both in Canada and the US. You know the kind; we’ve all seen those books in the bins.

They are looking to have the book out by Valentine’s Day and therefore I have an extremely tight deadline. Basically, don’t expect to see me until October.