BOOKS AND ANTHOLOGIES
12
Jan
Herb
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Oh, January. I promised myself that this year I would not fall into the usual post-holiday blues that culminate in the dreaded February funk. But my book is out there on submission with editors, its fate being decided, and that is scary. Way scary. I feel very Herby. (Herb is my new, less-threatening word for anxiety.) There’s a constant nervous chatter at the back of my brain. Are they reading it now? How about now? Now? (You get the idea.) Part of me wants to GO GO GO. I have a zillion goals for the New Year and I want to throw myself headlong into them: eating better, exercising more, reading more critically, writing more consistently, being a better wife/friend/daughter/employee. I scribble down to-do lists with great joy. And I have been way more productive at the day job. It keeps me from staring at my inbox all day, for one thing. But then I get... Read More