The last lazy days of summer
Summer is winding down and September is around the corner. The pace of life seems to be quickening a little and with that, the butterflies in my stomach are also letting their presence be known. Aside from the usual bustle of activity surrounding a new school year, this fall will also see the debut of my first novel. Synchronized Breathing will be launched on November 14th – and that’s less than three months away! It’s amazing that this little book that I started writing in coffee shops around LA, lugging that old, over-sized laptop with me all over town, is now going to have a life all of its own! It will be able to wing its way to women who will know nothing of its origins, nor of the post-divorce malaise that inspired it. They will have their own relationship with it, completely separate from me. It feels like watching a child grow up before your eyes and then rush off to have their own adventures – and you have no choice but to just let go.
I’d often heard of writers likening publishing a book to being pregnant, but now I see they aren’t kidding. For starters, both take a bloody long time! And there’s a similar amount of fear of the unknown but also that sense of hope and expectancy. What also strikes me as funny is how vulnerable this writing business can make you feel. I loved the idea of writing because I thought I could hide behind a laptop and not have to risk rejection (unlike my old days of auditioning as an actress when the rejection could be brutal and instantaneous). But the joke was on me as there is no hiding in writing. None. Zero. Zip. Your heart and soul are poured out on the page for everyone to see. However, there is something in its favor: at least when writing a book, nobody judges you on what size your ass is!