NINJAS OF MY GREATER SELF is on Sub (and I'm Now Losing My Fucking Mind)

Well fam, the day has finally come.  Maggie--my agent extraordinaire--called me today and said that she'd sent out my debut novel, THE NINJAS OF MY GREATER SELF to editors after getting the green light from each of them.  So, NINJAS is officially on submission now.  I've literally been waiting for this day since I finished the first version of this novel back in 2012.  Anyway, for the next couple months (probably longer, conceivably shorter), I'm going to chew the fuck out of my fingernails and scratch off my skin and tear out my eyebrows until I look like a cholo (or Olympic swimmer).  I've read endless stories about the excruciatingly unpredictable nature of being on submission.  I've had friends tell me heart-breaking stories about near misses with their favorite presses.  I've seen writers dissolve into a human puddle of counterfactual daydreams and jock tears.  So, I know the pain, the longing, and the exhilaration of this stage can be overwhelming, which is why I'm planning on keeping busy by lovingly nudging my gracious blurb writers, revising the shit out of my permutational memoir, Dream Pop Origami, playing video games obsessively on my PS4, working on my post-rock LP, and finally catching up on some reading with George Saunders' Lincoln in the Bardo, my good friend, Emily Fridlund's novel, History of Wolves, and Johnny Marr's Autobiography, Set the Boy Free.  Whatever happens, it feels like the future is burning bright.  I've never felt more hopeful (and simultaneously, more freaked out) than I do right now.

You can check out my Twitter thread about today's historic moment here.