Someone once told me that writing a book is like giving birth. Now I have friends who have given actual birth to actual babies and I understand that I should use this metaphor lightly. But if you will indulge me, the concept does make a little sense in this writer’s brain. You work and care for this precious phenomenon that has been with you for months and months until suddenly
Do you ever have one of those weeks where you look up from whatever fun thing you were doing and it’s already Friday? That’s me this morning. Where did the time go? It all started with a breathtaking party on Monday. Believe me when I say I have a solid community surrounding me in Houston. Friends asked me to step aside so they could create a wonderful room of encouragement
I am two months out from my book launching into the world. Sure, my butt has been clenched since the summer, but a new inconvenience has reared its ugly head. The whispers. I hear them all the time: You are an idiot for thinking people will care about this book. No wonder you are nervous. You should be. Everyone is going to know your business and think you are weak.
Many of you already know that my book, Why I Hate Green Beans is releasing on February 6, 2018, and I couldn’t be more excited. For those of you who may not have known I wrote a memoir, I suggest you hop over to my website and read the interview I conducted with myself. (The word you’re looking for is “weird,” but I promise you it was more on the