It feels like that moment when your breath is about to run out right before you surface above water. You’re not sure you can make it, your lungs are seizing with need for oxygen. They will have to seize for one more day though. Business hours.
It’s somewhat ironic to me that the only time I actually crave Chick-fil-a is on Sundays when it’s closed, and the only time I really need to talk to a customer service representative about something, it’s the weekend and their hours are 9-5 M-F EST. Don’t they know about the internet and that people are available all the time these days?
So tomorrow, barring any major crisis, I will send off two files. One for E-pub. conversion, and the other for paperback print. I honestly can’t wait to hand the project off, for more than the obvious reason: on the other end of this I will be a published author. The other reason is that once it is out of my hands then I will finally reach the surface and take that huge breath that I’ve been craving for months. There will be no more edits, no more rewrites, no more what if’s. The book will take on a life of it’s own and I, it’s proud parent, will have to sit back and let it go (by that I mean, promote the hell out of it.).
The work is not over, but I feel the pressure lifting ever so slightly. I’m almost there.