I just put the author’s note on Glory 3, which means that book is out the door. My fourth novel. My god, what have I done?
In the still-buzzing of the concert, Liz and I have been talking about how incredibly it is to see someone doing what they’re meant to do, what they love to do and are passionate about. It’s an incredible thing. And as I sent off this latest book, I had that same feeling—an acute sense that this is what I’m meant to do. Late nights after work. Early mornings. Often more doubt than I know what to do with. It’s all worth it to put an author’s note down and send it off to be published. I did the thing.
Intense week. Thinking a lot about Coco. I wrote about her in my note. I’ve been listening to music that makes me think about her, and the loss I feel over her absence. Miss you, sweet girl, every day.
Such a relief to send off that book, and such a relief that it’s even better than the last one. I’m figuring it out, how to write a story. It’s getting there. Fucking slowly, it feels like, but it is getting there. Becoming clearer. I didn’t skimp on this book. I mean, not that I did on any of the books I’ve written, but I am still proud of that, nonetheless. I rolled my sleeves up and fixed everything I could see needed fixing, at least to the best of my abilities. And I wasn’t rushed this time, like I was with the last one. I planned ahead. I worked my ass off early on enough to not hit the wall. Whew, it was a close call last time, and I know you can feel that in the last book. Not this time. This one won’t have that feeling. Damn proud of that.
Anyway…it’s way late. I’ll try to sleep in tomorrow a little bit.
Night night.