I kind of don’t know what to do with myself right now.
Late Sunday night, I finished the fourth-ish draft of my book, which made it ready for test readers. It was such a great feeling to finally be at the stage where I can share it with others.
Because the book is a memoir, I wanted to share it with people who know me really well and those who don’t know me so well. It feels a bit more fair. The ones who know me really well might keep interested just because they know me and knowing me might propel them forward. But the ones who don’t know me are a bit more neutral and I hope they’ll keep reading not because they just know me but because the story is interesting. We shall see.
Now that I’m waiting to hear back from the test readers, I don’t know how to spend my nights. I’ve spent the last seven months working on the book when I get home from my job and that’s all that I’ve been focusing on. I suppose now I can start writing more here. I do feel kind of disconnected from this place. I suppose I always have been since the death of OD. I haven’t been able to get into a groove here like I did there. Plus, life distractions have kept me from writing with regularity.
I guess now I can come home from work and be lazy without having to feel guilty, like I’m procrastinating on my life homework.
I do have a lot of Netflix to catch up on.