The anticipation of my first novel being published is both irritating and exciting. Those who know I’ve sold my first novel continually ask when it’s coming out. I’d love to be able to say something more specific than “soon”. In fact, I say “soon” so often I worry people are starting to think this whole author business is something I’ve made up. If I hadn’t spent several months in painstaking re-edits, I might believe it as well.
I was ready six years ago, when I finished this first novel, for the world to see it. After all the work I’ve done lately, I’m even more ready. I know putting my work out there for the public eye means I’ll be standing before the proverbial fire squad, laying myself open to either criticism or praise. But after this long of blindly being bound to the post of anticipation, I really wish someone could fire away. Put me out of my misery and the endless “soon” I can’t seem to escape.
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