Sectional Healing: Wheatfield With Crows...
This newsletter doesn't want to spill the milk...
|May 14, 2020||3|
LOOK IMMA SHOOT YALL STRAIGHT. This email is mostly going to be about preordering All Things Reconsidered. Maybe I should have slow-played that and camouflaged my ask amid the distracting foliage of other newsletter tactics, but I prefer to handle this like the mature adults that hopefully we all are.
And look, it’s not going to be like this much longer, honest. I’ve got less than a month and then the book is out and everything will go back to normal. I’ll routinely publish this newsletter with written pieces that are a bit too long and much too bizarre and the pictures in this newsletter will again border on the grotesque like they always have.
But for right now, I have a need and that need is for you all to preorder that ding dang book.
I’m grateful in advance for you indulging me this space to prattle on and on about All Things Reconsidered and I know that part of that indulgence is because I don’t really ask you all to do anything. This has been intentional because my goal for Sectional Healing was for this to always be a place where I link to some good reads and hopefully make you chuckle once or twice.
But also, I did this because whenever I did ask y’all to do something, I wanted that to MEAN something.
In this way, I wanted to be like the dad unloading groceries from the car: I’m trying to do it all myself and carry every bag, but know that if I’m asking for help, it’s because I really, really need you, otherwise I might drop the milk and it could bust.
In this metaphor, the milk is my writing career and I REALLY would prefer it to not splatter all over the driveway, you know?
And not to put too fine a point on it and not to be melodramatic, but whatever happens in the next few weeks will dictate the trajectory of my writing future.
It could mean more book-writing opportunities OR it could be back to the sewers of celebrity beat reporting on the Internet.
SO, if you’re still on the fence about preordering and find yourself in a position to be able to do it, please consider doing so for the following reasons:
Because we’re internet friends. I write and podcast free things, you read and listen to them and hopefully you enjoy that relationship so much that you’re willing to do me a solid here.
Because I made that metaphor earlier about the milk and I think we can all agree that it was an average to above average metaphor, which has to be worth something, right?
Because if you do, you get automatic admittance into Best Friends of The B-Word, where you get secret podcast episodes about the book, about writing, and where you can read the ebook RIGHT NOW.
Because it means a lot to me. Preordering books on the internet may seem all anonymous and vague, but everyday and night, I myself manually add the new names to the Best Friends of the B-Word group, so I see every single name that has confirmed their status as a preorderer and it means the WORLD to me. It’s not that I’m upset with the people that don’t; rather I’m just SO incredibly thankful and grateful to the people that do.
OKAY NOW MOVING ON. In conjunction with the entire vibe of this newsletter being about the book, I’m including the first chapter below with my behind the scenes commentary in the margins. And before you say anything, yes, I’m aware that I have the handwriting of a serial killer. Why do you think I became a podcaster?