“This better not be a box full of paper,” I said. And it was a box full of paper. Only that’s exactly what I wanted.
Author copies arrived!
Every additional step in the publishing chain makes this book thing feel more real. Which it is, but it’s also surreal. I don’t know that I actually thought I’d publish. Safer for the ego, maybe, to think the book would go no farther than friends, or an agent, or an editor. But here we are.
Pretty damn exciting.
Feb 11th this book hits 88 and we see some serious shit. (I’m not sure this quote works, but I’m standing by it.)