I confess myself nervous.
Not the “I’ve robbed a bank and the cops are going to find me” nervous.
Also not the “I can’t sleep because Christmas!” nervous.
I’m somewhere in between.
Tomorrow, November 8th, my second book will be sent out into the wild. The Coming Storm will officially become real. I mean, real for everyone else. But that also makes it very real for me.
It’s worse this time around.
First of all, November 8th (tomorrow) marks The Call of Chaos’ first birthday, which I hadn’t even realized when I scheduled The Coming Storm’s release. So let’s show TCoC a little love!
With TCoC, there was no pressure. I wrote it, I released it, and I got a largely favorable reaction, for which I am eternally grateful.
So now, the second book. There’s expectation, no matter how small. It’s true, I don’t have thousands of reader fans. Shocking, I know. 🙂 However, readers have read TCoC and will read TCS. With that, there is a certain standard that has been established–a baseline–and I really REALLY want to exceed those expectations.
Am I confident that TCS will leave readers happy and wanting more? Yes.
I mean, what the Hell do I know? Am I happy with it? Oh Hell yes. I love it. I think it’s TCoC plus about a billion. The only way The Coming Storm could be better would be if it was on fire. And I always write for me first. But, make no mistake, I don’t want to produce a shitty product, and the “what ifs” creep in quickly.
So, on the eve of release, I sit and stew, waiting for readers to hopefully snag a few copies and rake the book over the coals where it will come out on the other side, still shining like a diamond that had been swallowed by a vindictive hellcat and pooped out onto an orc’s dinner plate.
Or not. That wasn’t a really great description. But, I mean, what the Hell do you think I am? A writer?
(Please enjoy The Coming Storm, releasing on November 8th!)