We are T-minus a very short time before my book launch, and I think I might puke.
Fair Haven will be my first novel released. I started writing this book in the spring of 2015. Writing and I were in an on-and-off again relationship for a while, so progress was slow. It wasn’t until last year that I realized there were a lot of problems (rookie mistakes and what not) and a thorough rework began. Then, within the last few months, I buckled down. I revised and edited, scrubbing the thing the best I could. It went through a series of beta-readers and copy-editing and now it’s time.
The marketing plan begins, the cover art and inside formatting is being processed, and it won’t be long before it’s out there for the world to see.
A parasite is growing in my gut, feeding on my insecurities, but I’ll fight it off with some good ol’ fashioned mental deworming. If it never dies, we’ll just have to learn to live symbiotically as parasite and host, and I’m OK with that.
So here goes…
Anyone else feel like they’re naked in Times Square when they expose their work to the public?