fucking gorgeous coverTwo months from today, my first novel will be published by Coffee House Press. I'm very excited and very proud of the book. I've mentioned its origins before.
I've mentioned its origins before. Over the years I've been asked by many people to write a mental illness memoir, and in fact was told by someone at a major publishing house that he could get me quite a large advance for one, should I write one. But my story is not worth telling; real mental illness is not cinematic, and my real mental illness has been a monotonous and painfully boring slog, one that has ruined my life but in a slow, grinding way rather than a dramatic way.
But my story is not worth telling; real mental illness is not cinematic, and my real mental illness has been a monotonous and painfully boring slog, one that has ruined my life but in a slow, grinding way rather than a dramatic way. I could have written a memoir, could have gotten a big advance, and perhaps could even have completed the book without writing anything genuinely dishonest.