I’m in a dark place. Leave it to me to be so direct, right? Post-publication depression, or at least angst, is a thing. I’ve been talking with a few authors lately who recently debuted, and it seems like all of us struggle with some kind of reaction in the pub day wake. I’m not just talking about sales figures and earning back advances though that can obviously be an enormous…
This is the wrong freaking day to ask me about my vices because starting yesterday, I went on a health kick. Like many writers, my biggest vices of late have been drinking, overeating, and extreme immobility, and I’m attempting to put a stop to the debauchery. As a result, I’m having so many cravings right now, one of which is to go lie down, another is to eat a chipotle…
My grandparents drank one dry gin martini every night of their entire adult lives. They would have cocktail hour in front of the PBS NewsHour with their Beefeater gin martinis and a small bowl of nuts. My grandparents were big believers in moderation, and they were very happy people who lived for a long time, like into their nineties. I was thinking about them recently, and I wondered if “Be More Moderate”…
