Hi.
I know.
I’m sorry.
And I’m sorry for saying I’m sorry because I know you know you love me enough to not want me to apologize but that’s just how I roll.
If you’ve been watching twitter you know I’ve been very sick. I think it’s been a week but I could be wrong and I’m too tired to check. Atypical pneumonia, which makes sense because when would I ever do anything normally. I’m not in the hospital but I’m on lots of drugs and bedrest and the last few days have been filled with fever dreams and that depression that creeps in after a long illness. I have stories but I’m too tired to tell them. I have plans for fun things about You Are Here but I’m too tired to do them. I’m sorry. The first month a book is out is the most important, especially for the strange book that it is, so I know I’m wasting golden time to make sure it gets to people who need to see it but I can’t today. Maybe tomorrow. Thank you for having my back, for supporting the book. Thank you if you have a bookstore and you are giving it space. Thank you if you are a librarian recommending it to people who seem like one of us. Thank you if you shared it with others. Thank you to the whole team of people who helped make it a reality and I’m so sorry I’m not doing better at being here for it. I am here. Just…sort of trapped inside my chaotic, unreliable body. And thank you for never wanting an apology but for understanding when I feel like I have to give one.
I promise that one day soon I’ll be back and we’ll color together and share pictures and I’ll tell stories and give away lovely thank you gifts.
Hugs,
me
PS. An unpretty but honest look behind the curtain. Click the arrows on the image to scroll through and see my ever-present nursemaid: