My memoir is with the publisher right now. They're editing it. And I'm feeling wildly loose and empty. It's funny because people told me I'd feel let down--but I didn't think I really would. Then I did.
Today I started working on this video trailer I'm doing for the book. I unearthed all of these old video clips from the mid-nineties, when the book takes place, and I felt like they would illuminate things so much. But...they just make concrete what I'd spent years pulling into metaphor and they make me feel like I put my skin on inside out. But I promised the publisher I'd do it--so I'm sitting at my computer trying to create this thing and suffering the thoughts of the under qualified.
All this to say that I don't know what to do when I'm not writing. And I'm woefully, terribly ill-equipped (at this point) at self-promotion. I will get better. But right now I'm terrified. That's all for now.