Getting ahead of myself

Ever since my acceptance for Back Roads I've found myself fantasising about having a real book contract, even writing for a living. I've always had these fantasies, but there's a lack of control about them now that I don't like. I feel like some sort of conceited rock climber who doesn't know his ropes are made from shoddy materials and are fraying with each metre he ascends.

In other words, I feel like I'm setting myself up for a fall when the raft of rejections comes gushing into my inbox.