Kids, shit's getting real.
Yesterday I received a box of books. My books. The books I wrote. When I first saw a galley copy several months ago, I cried. When the box of final copies arrived yesterday, I had no idea what to do with myself. I still haven't done anything with myself. It's just too much.
The book will be released into the world in less than a month. I can't fully believe it. I'm nervous, to be honest. I love this book. And so I care about what people will think of it. It's personal, and so I care that much more. Also, it received that one review, and the review was very positive, and so people expect things of the book, and of me. Yikes.
I wouldn't trade this confusion or anxiety for anything. It's what goes along with creating something important. Important to me, I mean. Some of my anxiety is that, of course, I hope it will important to readers, too. Anyway. At the same time that I recognize my emotions are not entirely positive, I recognize that I wouldn't trade them for anything. Because I've made something big. Big for me. It's not often I make something so big. It's intense.
Speaking of intense, tickets for our book tour event at the Smithsonian on October 20th became available yesterday. It's our last event of the book tour, and it's the freaking Smithsonian. Holy crap. Tickets are free, but seating is limited, so if you're in the DC area and want to come to our panel discussion followed by book signing, please snag a ticket now!
Toward the beginning of the tour, seats are also already available for a hands-on workshop Leanne, Betsy and I will be leading at Makeshift Society, SF. I'm really excited about the workshop we've crafted together, to focus on and highlight each of our areas of interest and expertise. (We'll also be offering a workshop in Brooklyn, and hopefully one in Portland, so keep watch for ticket info.)
It's possible most of my posts for the next while will be book- or event-related. I'll try to toss in some other fun stuff, too!