meep and meh

Among and amid all the various frustrations and tensions of life, I now am being asked to compile a blurbage wishlist for SILVER ON THE ROAD.

And I am hit with a massive sense of "who am I to ask these amazing and talented people to read my piece of shite work?"

(Knowing that this is part and parcel of writing and etc and if I hadn't been ambitious with this book I would't feel so nervous, etc and odds are good not everyone who tells me the book's really good is lying, etc.... none of that helps, nope.)