You guys. The book is done.
Carry On, Warrior is finished. It’s sitting beside me on my desk as I write this love letter to you. It’s so beautiful. And colorful. And strong. And whole. It looks pretty sure of itself. I’ve been starting at it sideways and quizzically because I’m really quite surprised by how sure of itself it looks.
This book is kind of a bad-ass.
Thank you, Monkees. Thank you for every message, every comment, every act of kindness and peacemaking and openheartedness and courage that you’ve poured out here. I soaked in every drop of you – every drop of joy and pain and loss and love – and what you offered became the sweat and the tears I poured into this book. And trust me. There was sweat. And there were tears.
It’s all there, Monks. All the stuff I can’t write about on this blog. The deepest stuff, the funniest stuff, the truthiest stuff. It’s all in here. Sitting next to me, beside me on my desk.
I’ve heard many writers say that when they hold their book for the first time, they feel like they’ve given birth. Like they labored and labored and then something beautiful, and of them, was delivered into their hands.
I guess I feel like I just had a baby, too. Because I’m exhausted and terrified and more than a little shaky and really just hoping and praying that my baby, Carry On, Warrior is lovely and tough enough for this world.
I think it is. I really think it is.
Monday’s a big day for us, Monks. I’ll reveal the incredible cover- created by a brilliant artist- and then my beloved, BELOVED publisher, Scribner, is going to hold a sweepstakes just for Monkees. You will get a chance to win a copy of Carry On, Warrior six months before its release. They’re giving two hundred books away. Because they asked me what they should do to launch this book and I said you should give. No gimmicks, just give. That’s what we do here. That’s what the Monkees would want.
My gratitude to you for chugging along beside me on this bumpy road of life and for pouring fuel into me is indescribable. You made this book possible. You made it happen. I didn’t know I had it in me before you promised me that I did.
As they say - to the moon and back, Monks. To the moon and back.
See you here Monday morning and in the meantime…
CARRY ON, WARRIORS.