Well, everybody, my first book has finally come to fruition, thanks to the talented folks of Mosaic Press, and I suppose also thanks to me, since I wrote it.

It’s simultaneously surreal and quite regular. I’ve been working towards this milestone all my life, and yet it seems now as though my book has always existed.

It hasn’t, though–beyond my own imagining, at least.

I guess what I’m feeling is a sort of arrival. The destination was predetermined.

I’m here now. I made it. Whew.