Nervous Complaints

I did it: I released my book to the world. And now… I’m nervous.​

Thirty-five units have sold. Now, to be fair, four of those were me, because I needed several paperback copies, plus the Kindle copy. But even if I take myself out of the total, there are thirty-one people in the world who own my book. They OWN it. It belongs to them, this story and these characters that used to be mine alone. Now that I have relinquished control of my words, I am nervously awaiting results. Will people start to leave feedback? Will they review the book? Will they like the story? Will they hate it? Will their opinions about me change? Do I care?

Thirty-one people just accepted entrance into my world, and I’m not sure it can ever be the same. I would like to say “Welcome!” but I’m too scared to say anything. So I will sit here. Waiting.

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