Writers is just like youze

Book two in my Simon Canderous series, Back To Life, is complete!

There's nothing quite as exciting as finishing the first draft of a book, except for the following moments:

-realizing I need to read it and the sense of dread that comes with it
-realizing I need to eventually let my editor read it and the sense of dread that comes with it
-realizing I need to read my editorial letter on it and the sense of dread that comes with it
-realizing I'll need to copy edit and the sense of dread that comes with it

you get the idea...

I'm not complaining really... or at least not too much. See, having the brass ring of a bona-a-fide publishing contract is great, but it also brings along a whole new can of nerve shattering worms... hmmm.. nerve shattering worms, I can use that!

Once the nervousness of "oh will I ever get published is it worth writing at all?" goes away, there's the pressure of jumping through the next hoop. Book one isn't even on sale yet, and here I am obsessing over book two living up to it! Whatever that IT is....

Epic story teller, Janet Jackson asks the deep philosophical question "What have you done for me lately?" and that's pretty much the stage I'm at. There's now the need outperform myself and frankly, I don't know what that initial performance is!

I suppose I should close with something like with great power comes great responsibility, but well, I can't say I feel all that powerful being pre-pub on Dead To Me and in the baby stages of birthing book two, except to put my humanity on my sleeve here.

Nothing to learn here this week, I suppose... excuse me while I go print this beast out and get to reading...