Ghostwriter!

Right on the heels of turning in my first book, I just got a second book deal. Not for me though. I'm going to be ghostwriting a book for a celebrity who I'd say is maybe C+ in terms of national recognition, but surprisingly an A within his specific industry. I didn't even realize just how respected he actually is and how many top list people and companies he still works with closely until doing a bit of research right before our first meeting.
This could either be a total blast or a horrible nightmare. I'm not sure yet if the ego I'm dealing with is a fun one or a scary one. But at the end of the day it's a great paycheck, the whole thing will be over with by April, and it will keep me out of trouble while waiting for my real book to come out. I need a project to get me through the winter, otherwise it's probably right back into the drug pool. It would be easy for me to just coast through until the book comes out. There's nothing I want more than to just live off my advance money, watch TV and take as many drugs and tropical island trips as possible until I have to start doing press, but I know I'd hate myself if I chose that route. So instead, I have two articles out in a magazine now, another article due on Monday and this ghostwriting gig which will start pretty much immediately.
I look at all of this as a big middle finger to certain assholes in rehab who told me I was going to fail. Look at me now, fuckers!