why I left twitter

a quick note hello

Dear writer friends,

Sorry for the radio silence. I think you know I’d be here every day if I could. The PhD program is consuming me in a not-so-good way. I’m not sure I’ll be there for as long as I said I would.

There’s good news, though.

Yesterday I had a meeting with my agent and editor, and we talked about my forthcoming book’s release date (spring 2024) and some revisions I’ll be doing for the next few months.

For the first time, I have actually absorbed the news that I have a book coming out, which is kinda wild, because I sold my book three years ago.

The thing is, I’ve been in survival mode for my whole life, and when we grow up in survival mode and do things in survival mode, it’s hard to believe it when good things are going to happen.

And, now that I am truly absorbing my impending book release, I am asking myself a question I haven’t dared ask myself in a long time (or maybe ever).

I am asking myself: if I had the life I really wanted, what would that look like?

And the truth…