For some reason, I’m awake at 3am, That might be because I went to bed at 8:30. Don’t judge me!
It has occurred to me that The Coming Storm’s early release (at the Local Author Open House) is just six days away. In six days, my second baby will be sent out into the world for hungry readers to enjoy. After that, on November 8th, everyone gets to read it.
And, now, I vividly recall the paralyzing terror that came along with The Call of Chaos’ release. I’m proud of what I’ve written, but I also had my entire lifetime to write The Call of Chaos. I wrote The Coming Storm in less than two years.
What if it doesn’t live up to expectations?
Worse yet, what if it’s even better? The pressure that puts on Descent Into Madness becomes that much more.
It’s never-ending and, truth be told, it’s like eating a bowl of Boo Berry cereal–so tasty, yet it tears up your mouth. Agony and ecstacy, hot and cold, Empire Strikes Back and The Phantom Menace…wait, I’m getting off-track, here.
To be honest, I can do nothing about it, now. The paperback copies await their moment in the sun, and the Kindle edition is on pre-order. I’ve never been all that adept at sitting back and waiting, though.
I do hope that everyone enjoys it.