Now that I have completed the easy part—writing my story, beginning with my first crush, Howard Goldman, in kindergarten—the mega-worrying part has begun.
First, though, here’s what’s happening:
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What others have said about Confessions of a Worrywart:
“A first-rate personal essayist, Susan Orlins delivers the goods time and again. Underneath her self-mocking voice, her abundant humor, her brio, there is the serious candor of a moralist who worries the problems that won’t go away.”
—Phillip Lopate, author and editor of The Art of the Personal Essay
“Susan Orlins is America’s funniest neurotic since Woody Allen. Just be careful you don’t crack a rib reading Confessions of a Worrywart.”
—Patricia Volk, author of Stuffed
“Susan Orlins combines the practical with the comical. A multi-tasking mom, she knows how to show and hide her feelings simultaneously. When you have the time (the kids are out of the house and your mom is in a home), read this book! You will identify and laugh.”
—Sybil Sage, writer for The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Growing Pains, Magnum P.I., Northern Exposure
“Toxic chemicals. Tomatoes. Getting the bed by the window in her future nursing home. What’s NOT to worry about? Just ask Susan Orlins, America’s funniest worrywart—not because you want to wring your hands, but because you want to laugh out loud. Her offbeat take on all challenges, great and small, is a delight.”
—Diane Maceachern, author of Big Green Purse
What I have said about Confessions of a Worrywart (it’s pro forma to pretend someone else said it):
Susan Orlins worries about everything from her dog’s self-esteem to decapitation by ceiling fan. Her anxiety also extends to the complicated territory of relationships: with ex-husbands, lovers, mothers, psychiatrists, and others. Identify with a sigh . . . or laugh with relief that this neurotic, poignant, hilarious chronicle belongs to Susan, not you.
How I feel:
Worrying, Hoping, Obsessing, Dreaming, Fearing, Fantasizing, Thrilling, Wondering, Worrying.
These are but a sampling of the gerunds that describe my condition now that toothpaste is out of the tube/the baby is out of the womb.
Who will buy my book?
What will I say in book talks?
Will there be book talks?
How will my exes react?
What should I worry about first: promoting, writing, promoting, writing . . . ?
Couldn’t Lena Dunham or Lady Gaga or Ashton Kutcher or Justin Bieber or Barack Obama send out just one wee tweet about my oeuvre . . . ?
How else will I get the word out?
Maybe you will help spread the word!
I’d love you to send this post or tell your friends, mothers, book club, and all the worrywarts you know; tweet, Facebook, review on Amazon . . .
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Please share any answers you have to the above questions in the comments below!