Yes, I need to get up in a handful of hours and do that thing called work. I have a great boss; if she catches me sleeping at the desk, she’ll probably bring me coffee, she’s awesome like that.
Wide awake. The closer I get to ‘The Vista’ going online, the more these nagging little trolls kick away at my skull with their steel-toed boots and their evil taunting laughter.
“What if it sucks?” “What if it’s boring?” “What if it makes no damned sense to anyone that will bother to read it?”
That’s what the trolls are saying, right now. And worse things, trust me.
“What if the reviews make you cry and you never want to write again?”
I can’t imagine a life like that.
“What if it’s so pathetic, no one leaves a review?”
Bite me, evil troll. Even if all these things are true, I wrote a book. With a little luck, a little sleep, and some coffee, things will look better in the morning.
For now, there are trolls.