Waiting for the Party?

.     Self-publishing your first novel is like being dressed up and waiting for your ride to a party to pick you up.  You wonder if your wearing the right outfit, and will you be welcomed by everyone, or will they ignore you. You check your watch and tap your foot. Is that Uber ever arriving?  It is agonizing and exhilarating. 
     Over the last month, I sent my manuscript to the two of my three editors and approved thumbnails of my cover.  I learned how to use Vellum, the software program I need to format my book and created my author platform - this website, author Facebook page, author twitter account, and a "ready for primetime" version of my Pinterest novel vision boards.  I started a book marketing plan, but haven't finished it.
     I don't know why I'm so anxious, I've been working on this damn book for more years than I care to admit. The first draft flew out of my fingers in a matter of weeks, but it took years to discover it was bad and even more to begin to learn enough of the craft to "write".  You'd think after all this time I would be able to shout - I'm a writer, without being buried by an avalanche of imposter syndrome. Thankfully everyone assures me they all feel that way.
     This is my first blog post and I will do my best to post weekly.  Forty-five days Takakush - Genus Magica Book One's "ships".
​     Watch this space. 
    

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