Because I Make Things

Well, it’s done. I’ve published a book. It has been a whirlwind sprint (an officially recognized sport in the Tornado Alley Olympics) to get the book up and out the door this week, but now I have a chance to sit back and bask in the warm amber glow of a dream accomplished. Then why, you may ask, am I sitting in the dark, terrified?

It’s because I make things.

It’s a funny feeling to make something and send it out there for the world to scrutinize, possibly to praise and possibly to belittle. Pr...