Things have been crazy lately. I’ve finished my MA, started looking for a full-time job, and gotten an agent and a book deal, all in quick succession. It’s all happening really fast, and it’s almost all good news; as my friend pointed out on Facebook when I announced that I had a publisher, I’m finally profiting from my all-consuming neuroses. They’ve always been the source of my self-deprecating humor, these nerves of mine, but they were never much good for anything else until now. Suddenly, I have an audience for my particular brand of crazy, and everyone around me seems to be thrilled on my behalf. I should be thrilled too, and I am , I keep insisting… well, my logical brain is thrilled. The thing is, in my heart I’m terrified. Publishing a book about my body anxiety publicizes it, and while I’ve always been one for publicizing my issues on a conversational level, I’ve never really had to deal with a large audience before. Even this blog only has a few cher
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