An article by yours truly was posted on Two Drops of Ink this morning. Two Drops, as I like to call it for short, is an exceedingly informative site for readers and writers alike. I wanted to share a bit about what I knew in regards to memoir-writing since I have a little experience now. They were nice enough to publish for me, so check it out when you can.
This is the only picture I have of a cow. It’s a detail from a painting I did long ago.
I got the new and improved, corrected perfect-bound proof and there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s perfect! Finally! Praise Moses and the sky! I can hardly believe it.
This is the crux of my anxiety. I’ve been hurrying up and waiting for too long. It’s been putting me into such a lousy mental state, it ain’t no bag of clowns. I wanted to title this entry, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Which would better capture how I really feel. Because, while the world passes me by, I’m left here, sitting on my hands looking like a coward, and perhaps I am. Or, at least I have been until now. What do I mean by that? Well, brace yourself, because this is the bomb before the book.
Galleys are here. The advance reading copies, proofs, or whatever you want to call them, here they be! It feels so good to have one in my hand and smell the pages. Very exciting.