ARCs of my book

*If you would like an ARC, please message me.

*If you would like an ARC, please message me.

A few advance reading copies (ARCs, in publishing-speak) arrived on my doorstep the other day. The ARCs are beautiful, already printed with the gorgeous cover and the lovely blurbs. Overnighted from the publicist at the University of Minnesota Press, the bound uncorrected galleys are the first physical manifestation of nine years—and a lifetime—of work, living, and hoping.

And after all that time and all those hard, long writing and editing days, it’s somewhat bittersweet to have this process nearing its conclusion. I’m so grateful that my story and my words are going to be out in the world, but, at the same time, it’s hard to let them go. This is a part of the publishing arc (pun intended) that I didn’t expect. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t exchange this slightly unsettled feeling for the world.