Advice to Myself Regarding Book-Writing, to be Re-read as Necessary.

It’s okay to find this hard, even though you’re lucky to be here. Gratitude isn’t magic. You can be grateful to have food and yet not, personally, care for paté. This is something you need to figure out, and the sooner the better. Being grateful for Simone doesn’t mean you can’t miss Ames. Being grateful for a book deal doesn’t make writing a book easy, even if it seems as though it should.

Do you know what does not count as working? Worrying about a sentence you wrote all the way back in Chapter Two.

The upside of the fact that this book will not drastically ameliorate your financial situation is that you needn’t feel that it is the only thing keeping you from the Poorhouse.

Related: you do not reside in a Dickens novel. There is no such thing as a Poorhouse.

When you worry about disappointing the people you love, you aren’t giving them enough credit. Haven’t they always been there with encouragement, and sometimes takeout? What gives you the idea that they would ever be otherwise?

No one offers to publish a book just to avoid hurting someone’s feelings. Professional people, people whose business it is to know these things, believe you can do this well.

If the book is good, your skin will split with joy. If the book is bad, it will hurt, a lot. Either way, there will be a Day After. No one ever died of embarrassment. Embroider this on a pillow.

I know it seems unseemly to mention, and that you regard those who expect accolades for enduring perfectly ordinary human misfortune as self-indulgent and insufferable, but you’ve made your way through many difficult things. History suggests that you’re not as weak as you think you are. Maybe you’re getting a little old for self-deprecation.

Keep going. Left foot, right foot. Typity type.

You’re correct—the fact that you have never done this before means that you have no evidence that you can actually do it. Happily, it also means you have no evidence that you can’t.

Leave that damn sentence alone, already.