Six weeks from tomorrow, my book is being released. Not that I’m counting or anything. Oh, who am I trying to kid? Of course, I’m counting!
Forty-three days. Just forty-three days until it’s released, until it’s available to the public. I’m so excited.
And I’m a nervous wreck.
I’ve poured sweat, blood, and tears into this thing. The blood isn’t an exaggeration. I’ve had enough paper cuts to keep Band-aid stock up for the next two years. And I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve whacked my knee on my desk. I’ve had sleepless nights and manic days.
I’m excited, too. Don’t get me wrong. I can’t wait to hold the book in my hands and know it’s real. Know that I’m the one who did that.
But, I’m still a nervous wreck. Will people like the book? Will they relate to and enjoy my characters? Will the book make them laugh, and smile, and dream?
At this point, all I can do is wait and hope. I have lots of hope. 🙂
Just forty-three days…