Wow.

So I sent in some pieces to the publisher that I met about a week ago, expecting absolutely nothing back. I sent her pieces that I wrote in English last year, and some pieces that I wrote on my own. She wrote me back that she fell in love with the memoir (that I completely half-assed, yikes) that I wrote in English last year and wants to talk more about publishing it...

AH.

It's terrifying. After writing an entire book and then having that fall through, this terrifies me even more. That memoir is ever so personal, because it talks NOTHING about boys, but rather my own inner demons. It's a funny memoir, poking fun at anxiety disorders and your inner demons, but that's still a lot to share.

I don't know. UGH