The excitement for my next book release is killing me. I’m even more wound up than the when the first book came out a year ago. I don’t know why. It doesn’t make sense. Having gone through this before, shouldn’t I feel calmer? Maybe it’s because the process takes so darn long for each novel to come out. I’ve been staring at this story for years, yearning for an audience to discover the characters within its pages. And now it’s happening, slowly, reader by reader, you’re telling your friends. The second book builds on that momentum. Yep, that’s got to be why my insides are so antsy. I’m dying to know what you think.