So far, the most disjunctive, dissociative experience in this whole book-publishing process has been taking the afternoons to address the copy-editing or interior design of the book, after spending all morning navigating the thick fogbanks of a new project.
In general, when I’m working on something, I find it useful to put out of my mind any possibility of publication and just engage the work itself. To come out of that compositional groping and attend to the physical details of a soon-to-be-published-novel is a bit of a mindfuck.
When I envision the whole reading-writing thing, I envision the private, intimate act of writing connected by a slender thread to the private, intimate act of reading.
That little vision is my moly on the Circe’s island of book publishing, promotion, publicity, marketing, etc.