I wrote this two weeks ago before my depression hit but I was too sick to finish it until now. I’m feeling much, much better this morning, so let’s just pretend this last two weeks never happened…
Over the last half month I’ve been traveling North America on book tour and it’s been amazing, overwhelming, terrifying, weird and awesome. All in that order.
Every stop was filled with wonderful people who understood when I needed to hide under a table and who brought extra xanax if I needed it.
Almost every stop was standing-room-only, and seeing a whole passel of strange and wonderful people come together and find their tribe was amazing. This was a typical gathering that took place at a Portland mall:
But one of my favorites was the last stop (at a Costco) which was awesome because everyone got to eat samples of toaster strudels and also because you could buy my book BY THE PALLET.
I wasn’t allowed to do a reading over the intercom because the book is too irreverent but when I finally left there were still a few people hanging around asking if I’d do one.
And so I did.
In the parking lot.
And it was wonderful.
An enormous thank you goes out to every single person who came to the readings, bought the book, stole the book, or petitioned your library for the book. Because of you Let’s Pretend This Never Happened is still (barely holding on) on the NYT list after 4 months, and so many people are discovering for the first time how very not alone we are. Thank you for that.
Also, lots of people asked if there would be an updated tour shirt to commemorate a tour that brought me joy, laughter, shock, exhaustion, indigestion and enough material that I actually wrote an entire new chapter about it. And the answer is yes.
PS? Thank you. Seriously. For supporting me when I was on the road, and for supporting me these last few weeks when I’ve been recovering. I am so damn lucky that such an amazing community has my back.