The Intern wrote a fabulous post called Scientific Proof that Publishing a Book Won't Make You Happier.
She points out that many writers expect "rapture and eternal contentment" following a publishing contract. But then, when those writers get book deals, they "defer their rapture and eternal contentment to when their book sells 1,000,000 copies, or when they get interviewed about it on the Daily Show."
After experiencing much consternation over this, the Intern has finally found an explanation: the hedonic treadmill. In her words, this theory states that "human happiness can only fluctuate so much before an internal recalibration occurs, and one returns to how happy or anxious one always was."
I suppose some of you may find this news a bit depressing, but I found it totally LIBERATING!
It takes all the pressure off.
If PIGS sells, great! If not, it really doesn't matter! Sure, I'll experience a brief high when I get the call. I may scream and jump up and down and call all my friends. It might last days or perhaps even a few weeks. But in the end, I won't be any happier.
I'll still be worried about X and annoyed about Y. My kids will still make me laugh and they'll still drive me crazy.
What an effing relief!