Day 17 and counting...
Miss Fortune comes out September 1st. That’s only 17 days away.
DEEP BREATHS. DEEP BREATHS. DEEP BREATHS.
It’s a thrilling and terrifying prospect. Thrilling for all of the usual reasons, but it’s also terrifying.
I’m not really a sharer. Of feelings, of thoughts, of my writing... I have lots of writer friends who will toss their manuscript at anyone who expresses the slightest (and sometimes not even slight) interest in it. I’m not like this. At all. I share my writing with a very select group of people, not because I worry about people stealing ideas or anything like that, but because I don’t want a wide variety of opinions on somthing I’m working on. A few people whose judgment I trust, absolutely, but to a wide range of people, all with conflicting ideas and often very little understanding of storytelling, not so much.
So I find the prospect of going from my circle of half a dozen people who read my manuscripts to anybody with a little cash in their pockets being able to read it, terrifying. Never mind the thought of every member of my family, my friends, people who know me well enough to say hi to me on the street... Some of those are the same people that I wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing a five minute conversation with, and yet they’re going to read something I wrote, something that came entirely from my mind?
OY.
But I guess I’ll get over it. I am great at denial, so my plan is mostly to pretend that no one I know has read it, and just go from there. I think it will work. Did I mention that I’m great at denial?
