I was at my intimate 10-year anniversary with that handsome man and supporter of my writing dreams, Aaron. It was an amazing time. Just for the record, I didn't get any writing done this morning not because of a hang over (I'm not remotely); I spent the morning evaluating placement essays, and they were pretty amazing.
So, last night I was at our anniversary dinner, and one of the regular readers of The Harvest, my novel draft, said she cried in the Alan section. Wait until she gets to chapter 18 because that section was pretty sad too. I was moved by her reaction, and am motivated to finish this piece more than ever. I love that my work, even in draft form, is having an impact on people. I also explained the evolution of the Ashley section, after my third glass of wine.
It just feels great to be able to discuss your novel to folks who are reading it.
Oh, and for folks who bought my first publication, your signed copies of the Long Walk are coming next week.
With that, I'm off to run union errands and attend union meetings. On another tangent, it has been a difficult week for labor in the U.S., especially public sector unions, but these anti-union conservative fucks are not going to break us, not with Janus, not with attacks on our pensions. Not today, not tomorrow. Solidarity forever, fascist assholes!
Celebrate your fans and true love. #Resist!
Dr. Jesú Estrada,