I’m getting the last minute jitters about Loving the Goddess of Love. It’s something that happens every time I publish. The questions start to rattle around in my head. The Perfectionist inside me, some may call it the Critic, is questioning me:
“Is it good enough?”
“Is it ready for others to read?”
“Will people like it?”
“Will people hate it?”
“Will you feel the need to correct it later?”
It’s like a roller coaster, only less fun. I love this book and there is nothing I can think of changing that would make it better. But that doesn’t stop the doubt. It doesn’t stop the struggle I’m having answering the Perfectionist’s questions. And then question my answers. It will make a writer mad.
What the hell was I thinking when I became a writer?!