Preparing myself to pitch this novel has been wreaking havoc on my innards. I took 4 poos and 12 pees during my 6 hour pitching workshop yesterday. Funtimes. Why am I so dang nervous about this? Could it be after spending nearly 5 years alone with a project, the notion of putting it out into the world terrifies me? Perhaps I feel like I'm not good enough or that I'm way too peculiar to publish anything remotely interesting. Maybe I think I'd be better off as a watermelon farmer. Whatever it is, I yuck fear. Yuck you fear. I've had enough of you today. Good thing I can go and regain inspiration at two wonderful bookstores in my hood. They also happen to have a wonderful collection of ephemera.