It turns out the day after sort of just feels like the day before. Or the day before that. There’s nothing profound or life altering about it. Not really anyway. 

I got up, read, worked out, and went to work like any other Monday. It was quiet. It was pedestrian. 

Knowing my book is out in the world stays in the back of my mind, but if I’m being 100% honest with you right now, I’m so damn tired of talking about that book. How do people sustain an ongoing promotional push? It is such a drain. I am not built for that. 

I just want to get back to writing…So I think that’s what I’ll do. 

My book is going to do what my book does at this point. I’m not abandoning it. I’ll talk about it again after this burnout passes. I’ll resume some sort of promotional push, even if it feels inauthentic to me, and awkwardly belabored. But it feels like that book is all I’ve thought about for the last 18 months. 

Can you believe that? 18 months. The damn thing only took me six months to write. Everything after that has just been the godawful misery of getting it ready for publication. I hated almost every minute of it, and I feel such relief that it’s behind me. 

But for those who downloaded or purchased my book, or for those of you who will, I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. I couldn’t be more grateful. And if you saw me announcing my book, pleading for your help, and scrolled on past, no hard feelings. I just think you have terrible taste. 

Keep it real,

Court