This is the second part of two posts. I recommend you read the post I wrote just prior before moving on to this one.
Allowing a book, or any external event, to represent something as hefty as entering into a new chapter of life puts an extreme amount of pressure upon its success. Lately, I’ve begun to wonder: What if the book doesn’t fulfill my dreams and what if I still feel like my life is full of fear and wandering? I wonder if I’ve allowed the publication of my writing to define me; I wonder: has WE WERE LIKE SONS become a little god? Continue reading “To Make It Happen Now, Or To Make It Happen Well: Revising My Book and My Life, PART TWO”