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Scourge of the Seas of Time (and Space) is imminent - just 3 more days and I have the jitters like whoa. I also have 2 readings coming up (DreamHaven Bookstore and Eat My Words Bookstore), 3 forthcoming interviews about the book, multiple announcements, 13 potential reviews, including one in Publisher's Weekly, 4 upcoming book tables and 3 online events. And that's just December. While working full time and trying to write my new novel (Blood Moon - werewolves!), gaming-related stuff and a new short story. Not to mention planning next year's events and books. In my defense, I thought I was getting laid off.
And through it all is the constant thrumming terror that this book will tank, that it won't sell, that I won't get it together to do another book. I also worry about the horror perpetuated by my country's government, my family and friends, environmental and social collapse and the insanity of my day job. But I function best with more manageable worries, so the book and the Press are front and center right now. Alright, nose to grindstone, off to do more work and hope for the best.

And through it all is the constant thrumming terror that this book will tank, that it won't sell, that I won't get it together to do another book. I also worry about the horror perpetuated by my country's government, my family and friends, environmental and social collapse and the insanity of my day job. But I function best with more manageable worries, so the book and the Press are front and center right now. Alright, nose to grindstone, off to do more work and hope for the best.