now what.

A postcard from the depths of my PPB (post project blues)

moi.

Let me begin by saying, I do not wish to write another book. I’m not saying I never will, but writing another book is so very far down the list of things I want to do with the rest of my life.

It was in many ways easier (I can smash a word count like no other) and more difficult (I need a GPS for the plot) than anything I’ve ever done, and appropriately exhausting. Did it make sense? I suppose so. Was it everything? As much as I could muster at the time with the given circumstances. Do I wish things had turned out differently? Some bits, sure.

It’s only been two months. That’s nothing. I’ve had paychecks withheld for longer than that (fuck a NET90). Two months is very, very new in terms of book publishing. But I am susceptible to the curse of comparison like everyone else and found myself wondering why my roll-out wasn’t parallel to that of the three-time published author and popular podcast host’s latest book launch. There are so many reasons! But, you know, that’s one thing about being human. What our egos lack in logic, our brains make up for in bullying sometimes.