It's been an intense week-and-a-half. I ended up working on two fronts simultaneously: the page proofs for "Accordion Dreams" and my new author site. Friday deadline for both. The new site went live a couple of days ago and the corrected page proofs are now safely on their way to Mississippi.
Good things are happening, no doubt. The first book signing event is scheduled for January at Booksmith in SF, with something in the works for February at Ashkenaz (a combined book event and band gig.) I just met the West Coast book sales rep for U Press Mississippi, who is very enthusiastic and supportive. Everyone has been great to deal with, every step of the way.
So why did I feel so overwhelmed with anxiety last night? Couldn't sleep, chest tightness, strange dreams, wired? I had a little taste of what it must be like to have a panic attack, I think. Maybe the reality of getting ready to let go of this "baby" was starting to hit me. It must be common, no?
As a member of my writing group reminded me, I am lucky to be in this position. I know that, of course. But it's still unsettling.
Causes Blair Kilpatrick Supports
Louisiana Folk Roots, National Alliance for the Mentally Ill, Habitat for Humanity/Musician's Village New Orleans, Doctors Without Borders