It's a Marathon, not a Sprint

I'm sitting at my laptop, trying to must every ounce of self-control I have to keep from banging my head against the table.

This is the icky part, guys. This is what I hate. This is why I didn't want to self-publish. I'm spending hours - so many hours - researching. Reading. Taking notes. More reading. More notes. There is so much to learn, so much to be aware of, so much to consider when self-publishing.

Amazon? IngramSparsk? D2D? Paperback? Hardcover? eBook? Audiobook? Direct sales? I want to do this right, I don't want to screw up. There's so much to consider!

On the plus side - I have finished formatting my book! She is officially ready to print...whenever I decide to cross that finish line and hit the dang print button.

I am so scared. So freaking scared.

It is getting harder and harder to open my laptop the closer we get to publishing. The imposter syndrome is coursing through my veins like the mighty Mississippi carves its way through God's green Earth - with a steadfast and ferocious force.

On the plus side, I have you guys. My support group. My cheerleaders. You guys keep me going. You guys help me open my laptop and get to work cranking out the nitty gritty totally un-fun part of being a self-published author.

Someone sent me a mug a couple weeks ago. A beautiful book mug. I have no idea who it was from, it came with no note or clue of any sort. But you know what? That mug moved me to tears. I opened it, smiled, tried to figure out who sent it to me, then sat and stared at it. And I started sobbing like a baby. So much so, I locked myself in my bathroom so my kids wouldn't see me.

I have wanted to give up so many time, you guys. So. Many. Times. But that mug reminded me that someone believes in me. Someone is rooting for me. Someone wants to see me get through this freaking marathon that has been writing this book and cross that finish line.

So to the kind soul who sent me that sweet gift, wherever you are, thank you. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for thinking of me. Thank you for encouraging me.

We're so close to the finish line.