On Sunday, it’ll be two months since my book came out. Which seems an impossibly long time – and also no time at all. While you’ll never hear me describe my book as a baby or use any kind of birthing metaphors to describe the publishing process (because: fertility privilege) there is, I concede, a parallel with how both can make time feel.
I’m going to…
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