So utters Beckett's titular character from his play Krapp's last tape, as he tabulates the mere handful of purchases of his "magnum opus."
Yesterday, I learned of another citation of one of my articles (Thanks Nels!), and got in contact with the author whose work is fascinating, and very much in line with some things I've been thinking about.
On the same day, a journal I've published in (indeed, the highest profile journal) emailed me to ask whether I'd review a manuscript for them in an area I am just establishing my credentials in.
On the one hand, these pieces confirm a growing sense that my work is actually entering the conversation, and that I'm developing some ethos in my field. On the other hand, I've got a growing sense that I need a more substantive contribution to my field circulating in that conversation: my book.
Because of our article-oriented tenure requirements, I've been focusing recently on shorter arguments, but the time is ripe for the book (three collections published recently on related topics, but no monographs that represent a sustained argument and analysis of the subject). I'm hoping that by this summer, enough other work will be in the mill that I can sit down and really work the book manuscript to get it circulating among publishers in 2007. That's the goal.