It’s a little strange. I haven’t been this nervous about a release since … Demon Moon, I think. Every release comes with its butterflies fluttering around the gut, hoping that the book does well, obsessive stat checking, and so on. And I thought I was doing okay with the Iron Seas launch. But now these books are in my hands, they’re on the verge of being released, and I’m on the verge of vomiting. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find out it’s a virus (or I’m pregnant*), but right now, I blame the steampunk. It’s been sitting in my head for so many years, and under contract for almost two, and now it’s almost here.
Ah, god. DEEP BREATHS.
*Dear Mom: I’m not pregnant. Sorry.