I did it. I wrote a book.
Last week, I turned in the final version of my manuscript about Louisville diners to my publisher, History Press. My book is called Louisville Diners, because life is too short to dance around the point.
The past few months have been brutal. I’ve never written so many words all at once in my entire life. I also discovered the true depths of my procrastination, which runs as deep as the ocean. I’ve panicked, worried, drank a lot of wine, and eaten my weight in Trader Joe’s organic blue corn tortilla chips.
But I did it. I wrote a daggone book.
I’m saving my true victory lap until Louisville Diners is published sometime next year. There’s a part of me that still doesn’t believe it’s all real. I need the book in my hands before I’ll let myself exhale.
I’m back to regular ol’ blogging now that I have my life back. I missed you guys. And we have so much to talk about.