📚 Publishing Pivots (Part One)
In September 2015, I was staying at my friend ’s apartment on Fifth Ave and 34th Street for a week, directly across from the Empire State Building.
I was hiding out, avoiding an ex-situationship dude who I was worried would try to stalk me at my Nolita apartment, showing up unwanted after I told him never to contact me again (and he did, as a creepy “gift” bag left behind confirmed, once I returned). But I digress.
I remember how the floor-to-ceiling glass windows drenched the apartment with afternoon light. I remember because the moment I received the email felt like such a setback—a pivot point, just as I had been writing about—that it is seared in my memory.
When I saw the email from my editor at Portfolio, I cried. This can’t be happening.