
How is possible that you can want something so much, work towards it endlessly for years, and then feel really sick and nauseous when it actually comes true? Maybe because this is it. This is the moment of truth. My book is set free into the world to fly or fall on its own merits, and people who set books free into the world are super brave people--and I've never considered myself brave. I'm more like a wuss. Ask anyone who knows me. Heights? No way. Spiders and snakes? Freak me out. Throw all caution to the wind? Heck no. Never. Ever.

Yesterday was easy going. I was like, "Oh, lookie there! My book's on Amazon. That's nice." And then I proceeded to send out a few dozen copies to book reviewers like it was no big deal. Easy-peasy.
But today, AYE CARUMBA! Remember how awhile ago I equated publishing a book to standing naked in New York's Time Square? Well guess what? I'm all buck-naked and it's not a pleasant feeling, not to mention rather chilly.

So despite feeling like throwing up, I am extremely excited as well. I really am. This has been a long time coming.
And even though my book isn't "officially-officially" released since the real date will be later this month, I want to throw a tiny virtual party. Just a little one to celebrate my pukey excitedness.

A) Tell me I'm crazy to feel like throwing up.
OR
B) I'm normal and it will pass.
And
C) Pop over to Amazon and hit the like button for me. Also check out my tags and click on them if you agree (You don't have to do this, but boy it sure would help me out a ton if you would. i will leave that up to you).
I will randomly select a commenter and mail them the items you see above.
Now I'm off to go take some Tums.