So my book is out. And I've run through the first very limited printing of 50 copies. Who would have thunk it? I thought 50 would be way more than enough. But, apparently not. So I'm printing 100 more.
I have lists of people to send it out to, people I want to give a copy (because they are not depressed enough, and a little more sadness is always good).
These are strange times.
I can't believe that I printed so many copies, that I'm doing readings and parties and book launches and signing the copies and and and...putting myself out there, as if my life depended on it.
And, while all this is going on, putting together the next book...and the next.
Why the urgency?
Beats me. I really have no idea.
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