Everything’s coming up Nicole
At least, when it comes to all of the work involved with this here soon to be published book thing.
I have seen the first draft of the cover art. I have a bio on Dreamspinner’s page. I have galley proofs, and I’m so in love with them. I want to sing to them, I was to sit down and coo and make those stupid faces people do when they encounter a baby or a puppy or something.
I’m in love. I’m proud.
I worry I will be the only person in the whole wide world who will love my baby as much as I do. I worry about plotpoints and dialogue and name choices and tropes that will cause readers to run screaming from ever trying a work with my name on it again.
I worry about the sequel. I worry it will never be as good as this story. I worry because the plot bends and twist and refuses to sit still and stop changing already, damnit. I worry there will not be a sequel.
I am ready, I suppose. No writer getting ready for a publishing run is without being in love and scared at the same time. It’s watching your baby take it’s first steps. It’s amazing.