So I’m suffering from a serious case of butterflies. My first paperback is due out on the shelves next week. *G* I’ve already gotten my thrill for the week~I saw it out the shelves at two places and both places had it displayed vvvverrrryyyy nicely.
Still, I have the butterflies. And I’ve been assured, sadly, that the butterflies don’t ever really go away. Yuck. I’ve heard that from numerous people. Several friends have told me, usually in the same breath, Oh, yeah, I know what you mean. I get those same butterflies. Don’t worry… it’s gonna be fine…
Don’t worry. These butterflies feel like they have steel wings tipped with razors and they are flying around my gut and I get to deal with them for the rest of my life???? But don’t worry.
I might be able to manage it, though. See, I’ve come up with a plan. Move to a remote area with no internet access, no bookstores, no newspapers. I was thinking Antarctica but I don’t like the cold so much.
So I’ve decided somewhere in Montana should work. Montana still has lots and lots of space, right?
If I can’t get online, I won’t be tempted to check my email compulsively every ten minutes waiting for that first email that says, oh man this book sucked! Big time. I won’t check review sites hourly, waiting to read that review, even though I don’t pay much attention to reviews any more. This book is different~I’m entitled to check, right? I won’t keep checking the ranking on Amazon. But those rankings don’t mean much, I’m told. So why do I keep fighting the urge to go look?
So some isolated, cut off place in Montana should work. There, I can take my laptop, sans internet access, and work on my current WIP(s) and worry about whether or not they suck. I mean, I only have about a year or so before one of them releases and the other one…a couple of months. I’ve got a lot of worrying to get to.
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