
Book Launch Day: LIFE OF THE MIND INTERRUPTED
:: Three years ago, I wrote a column for a magazine about hiding my psychiatric disability because I feared for my job in higher education.
:: Three years ago, I wrote a column for a magazine about hiding my psychiatric disability because I feared for my job in higher education.
When my publisher told me they wanted me to write a love story set around the winter holidays, and “Oh, it needs a happy ending”—I felt like I was standing barefoot and under-supplied at the bottom of a very tall, very rocky mountain that I had to climb if I ever wanted to eat cheese again.
“The Complete Legal Writer promises much and delivers more,” says the best book review, ever.
:: I’m still me. I’m just me with a new novel.
:: As writers, we work so hard, and so much of that hard work is done alone and in private. And then one day rolls around—launch day, today—and it’s weird. Everything feels the same.
:: Alexa and I begged her: Do you have any art? Like, anything? That we can have (for free)? Maybe, like, a tree?