destroyed by the book being out in the world. It wasn’t even the bad reviews—yes, there were those, as you may have forgotten in the rosy glow of its softened reputation—but believe it or not, it was the good reviews too. It was having to be An Author. Being noticed and seen. You think you want that as a writer—I know you do, sweet Seth Edwards, aspiring author, scrapping for clips—but then it requires you to grow a thick skin. And how can a thick skin be sensitive enough to feel deeply—you get me, right?
Curse of the bestseller
