Here’s what’s up with me:
On Sunday I wrote the last twelve pages of the first part of the new book.
Later, I sent 156 pages of the book to my agent and now I sit and wait to see what he thinks about it.
If he thinks it sucks, that would suck.
I had a three-hour coffee with Ben yesterday and I still had the post-writing-high thing going and all I could do is talk and talk and talk.
I can’t even remember what I say half the time.
Writing is all about traveling between the terror and the bliss, is a thing I wrote in an email this morning.
Someone who once impacted my life in an extremely negative way died a few weeks ago.
I said to my therapist, “Boy am I glad I decided to start therapy. Timing is everything.”
I am going to a wedding soon, and I do not have a date for it, but the party is within walking distance from my home so I will allow it.
I’m not drinking right now, I’m just doing yoga and riding my bike and getting ready for my paperback tour.
I am getting my head in the game.
What’s up with you?