My Fucking Feelings

My next call to adventure

I recieved the first draft of the cover of my book yesterday and shit just got real. I felt a sudden sense of panic. I would imagine it would be like seeing the ultrasound of your baby for the first time. There’s a permanance to a book being published. It’s not like I can edit or delete like my blogs. There’s no going back. It’s on shelves. People can hold it. Once it’s created, it’s created. It’s a living breathing thing that will have a life of its own. Of course, you want it to have a great lasting life that impacts many. But you don’t have much control over that.

I’ve done my part. I gave birth to it. Now it’s up to the book Gods. And it’s terrifying AF. Although techically this is my second published book, it feels like my first. This is due to two factors. One, the size of the publisher. HarperCollins / HaperOne is one of the world’s largest publising companies. They have books like The Alchemist in their stable. Who the fuck is John Kim and why is he so angry? The second factor is the topic of this book. It’s directly tied to my story and what I believe is my purpose. Sharing my boy to man journey in hopes to challenge other men to look inward. It’s not just a book, it’s my flag. And if it’s successful, it will allow me to make sense of my story and everything that’s happened in the last ten years. It ties everything up with a nice…