Updated: Aug 11, 2021
It’s every writer’s nightmare: spending months or even years on a passion project, with material that’s sacred to you, that belongs to you, that, at some point, becomes a part of your DNA, only to have a friend send you a link to a hot new release being praised unilaterally across the internet. “A marvel of a book.” “A singular voice. Unforgettable.” “Best book of the year!” And so you throw your phone at the wall and scream, because that should be your book. That is your book. What the actual f*&#?