Sorry about how late this article is. I try to get them up in the morning, so my readers can see them, but this one is very overdue.
But this time I have an excuse!
And it’s an excuse in the form of another book!
For those that did not read my recent post, I wrote a book in nine days. Well, now I’ve published that book in about 20 days. Because of my irregular sleep patterns, I’m not sure if it is 20 or 21 days—but that’s not the point, is it?
No, the point is this: NEW BOOK!
No one told me that publishing was a drug that had a high and a crash. That would have been nice to know before it happened. I was, and still kind of am, the moodiest version of myself I have been in a long time.
And, really, I should have seen this coming. I should have seen all of this coming. I threw all of myself into making the deadline for this thing. At the peak, I had five shots of espresso over the course of a single day.
It was fucking madness. Continue reading