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My third book comes out today, so of course I've written and discarded three drafts of this Tinyletter in the last 48 hours. Maybe eventually I'll send pieces of them to you. For right now, man, I'm too fucked up to say anything useful about how I feel.
Four years ago almost exactly (May 2016, in the first month after I'd quit my day job) I started writing something in a Scrivener document I literally titled "who knows," because I'd started and abandoned like three novel projects after finishing Grace and I didn't feel like trusting anything anymore. I finished the first draft on Christmas Day, a couple of months after the 2016 presidential election, after my first book came out, after I started taking an SSRI to treat my anxiety. I revised parts of it with the Kavanaugh hearings on in the background. I started Look in my 20's and finished it in my 30's, and I worked so hard on it, and I'm releasing it into the most chaotic, uncertain world I've known yet.
What the fuck else is there to say except: I don't know how to handle any of that.
But I do hope you'll read it.
If you want to hear some of it first, I'll be reading a little bit tonight on Instagram Live at 5pm Pacific, and I'd love to see you there.
You can also hear me talk about the book, and a lot about the circumstances around publishing it, with Sarah Enni on First Draft podcast, my fav writing podcast. We're also gonna be chatting on the First Draft Facebook page tomorrow if you're around!
Also coming up: on Friday, April 10 I'll be doing Quarantine Book Club, which I'm very excited about.
If you haven't already ordered a copy (and I know many of you have, thank you), my local independent bookstore, Skylight, is still filling orders; you can also support an indie via Bookshop.org or LibroFM if you want an audiobook. Please just don't buy a book through Amazon; at this point it will take months to arrive, but more importantly, if there's one thing I hope we can all agree on, it is: Jeff Bezos can go fuck himself forever and ever, amen.
Four years ago almost exactly (May 2016, in the first month after I'd quit my day job) I started writing something in a Scrivener document I literally titled "who knows," because I'd started and abandoned like three novel projects after finishing Grace and I didn't feel like trusting anything anymore. I finished the first draft on Christmas Day, a couple of months after the 2016 presidential election, after my first book came out, after I started taking an SSRI to treat my anxiety. I revised parts of it with the Kavanaugh hearings on in the background. I started Look in my 20's and finished it in my 30's, and I worked so hard on it, and I'm releasing it into the most chaotic, uncertain world I've known yet.
What the fuck else is there to say except: I don't know how to handle any of that.
But I do hope you'll read it.
If you want to hear some of it first, I'll be reading a little bit tonight on Instagram Live at 5pm Pacific, and I'd love to see you there.
You can also hear me talk about the book, and a lot about the circumstances around publishing it, with Sarah Enni on First Draft podcast, my fav writing podcast. We're also gonna be chatting on the First Draft Facebook page tomorrow if you're around!
Also coming up: on Friday, April 10 I'll be doing Quarantine Book Club, which I'm very excited about.
If you haven't already ordered a copy (and I know many of you have, thank you), my local independent bookstore, Skylight, is still filling orders; you can also support an indie via Bookshop.org or LibroFM if you want an audiobook. Please just don't buy a book through Amazon; at this point it will take months to arrive, but more importantly, if there's one thing I hope we can all agree on, it is: Jeff Bezos can go fuck himself forever and ever, amen.
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