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…