Tomorrow Is The Day!

Tomorrow is PUBLISHING DAY for my debut book of poetry, Even the Air, Too Heavy!

I can’t even believe this, ya’ll. I don’t know how much more I can say that I haven’t already, but I keep thinking back to the young woman I was in the aftermath of my second miscarriage, and I never would have expected that eight years later, I would have a book coming out about my miscarriages. I never would have thought that I would successfully take two of the most traumatizing experiences I have ever faced and turned them into art, into poetry, into words my body birthed.

Moreover, I never would have anticipated that, in the one month of pre-orders, I would have sold 21 copies of my book! Because as important as the actual writing is, I think every writer creates with the hope that their work will sell. 21 books sold in one month is simply more than I can even process.

And how many more will I sell this weekend at the book launch? How many will I sell at the upcoming readings? I just…I cannot even fathom that this is my life, even though I have worked my ass off to get here. Sometimes we need to acknowledge how much bullshit it’s taken for us to get to where we are, accomplishing goals and dreams and making amazing things a reality in our lives. And holy fuck, looking back over the last eight years – and especially since 2019 – there has been a heaping load of bullshit I’ve had to go up against.

Yet here I am, all the same.

This week, and this weekend, are for celebration.