Super-late Blog Time.

It's almost four in the morning and I should be in bed. Instead, I keep jumping back and forth between the sites where my book is either for sale or possibly being talked about. I've become a bit obsessive about checking up on it. It's sort of like when you have a new baby sleeping in the next room; you just have to go by and see if everything is okay. This entire process has been very exciting, and also very nerve-wracking. When I was writing the book, that part of it was just for me. In theory, I knew that one day I would send the book out into the world, but that would be far in the future. I never really considered how it would be, leaving my story out in the elements of a cold, cold world to fend for itself. Now all I can do is watch, and do my best to talk about it and nurture it, and patiently watch as it either gets up and stands on its own or falls flat. It's not an easy thing to do. In the end, all anyone can do is sit back and hope for the best.
Hope I have in abundance.
Patience?
Not so much.