Detaching from the need to be "successful" in some measurable way as a writer has taken me the better part of a decade, and to get to that place the universe basically had to shatter all my illusions.

So, with only a few pangs, like memories of who I was, I find myself trying to explain to all of you why I don't feel any urgency about selling my book...


...and then a day later, I hit 50 copies sold.

I'm not sure whether to laugh or shake my head... so instead I'll do the one thing I know I feel: say thank you, thank you, most deeply. Of all the blessings my writing and art have brought me, the most durable and the most astounding has been the opportunity to interact with so many wonderful people: all of you.

And I will go buy the chocolate, for sooth, and photograph it for both our enjoyments. :)


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