My memoir will be published in September. The final manuscript has been handed in. The title has been set. And I’ve convinced the publisher that we should aim to be a New York Times bestseller. I mean, why not?

Please welcome:

TO THE MOON AND BACK
A childhood under the influence

Excited doesn’t begin to capture where I am right now. Thrilled. Pumped. Charged. And still a little bit nauseous.

There are many more, many more, steps to be taken and decisions to be made. I’m ready for all of them and plan to take them one (or two) steps and decisions at a time.

I’d be lying if I said this didn’t kick up a bunch of old (and new) fears. “False Evidence Becoming Real,” I keep telling myself. “Just breathe through it,” I keep reminding myself. “This too will pass,” I repeat internally as I wait for the physical tension to release and the joy and ease to seep back in.

I’m remembering to have fun with this. I’m intending to enjoy it. I’m knowing that I’ll figure it all out as I go along, and I’ll find people to help me when I can’t. I’m mindful of the fact that – just like my kids’ childhoods – this book birthing stage will pass me by if I don’t pay attention and stay present. I’m looking for reasons to smile and to play. I’m letting myself imagine the best outcomes and plan for success.

My next steps are to (more) figure out publicity and ask for author endorsements. Daunting and compelling, all at the same time.

Please welcome:

TO THE MOON AND BACK
A childhood under the influence

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