My book is finally out! I am both anxious and excited—it seems that every time I publish a book, I immediately think of changes I’d like to make. And when the book arrives with its shiny new cover, I am overwhelmed by a sense of nausea and doubt. At least now, I know that’s just part of my process. And I know I’m not the only one. I have heard stories of poets like Clark Coolidge who would edit his books on the shelves of bookshops.
But I don’t want to downplay my excitement. I have, for so long, wanted to write a memoir. And I think this might be the first of a series . . . I hope so.