I haven't updated this blog in a while, mostly because I was saving my next post for a big announcement that my agent was able to sell my Japan memoir after the success of my Salon.com and NYT essays--but that never happened. Now that I work in publishing, I understand how foolish it would be to take the many rejections I got from houses personally: I am a nobody who wrote a book about a subject no one is talking about, and that is a bad investment on their part. But personally, the years I spent working on that book were one of the better investments of my life. I got the king of bylines, I got the agent, I got a shit-ton of rejections, and I learned they would not deter me--and I had the opportunity to interact with people all over the world about subjects that are dear to my heart. Oh, and I also learned a lot about proper comma usage and did some stellar research on Japan. And I documented one of the most poignant times in my life for my children to maybe read one day. So there's that.
Am I still writing? Fuck yeah, I'm still writing. But not under this name, so this blog is going dormant for the moment. I will leave it up, because even now, two years after the New York Times piece, women still contact me about their own experiences with miscarriage, and I'm always game to talk about that. (The CONTACT ME button still works!) But if you've stumbled across this website because you're a Russian bot, just know that no one is home right now.
To those of you who were cheering for me, thank you. It means more to me than you'll ever know.
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