Months of reworking, rewriting, rearranging, redesigning; and now I’m standing on the edge of relaunching. I feel as if my stomach is in the firm grip of an iron fist.
It was hard enough to push the “publish” button that first time. This time, however, I’ve put blood, sweat, and tears — oh yes, many tears — into remaking my story into something that makes me proud. There’s more of my soul in this version, more hopes and, consequently, more fears.
What’s the worse that could happen? Nothing. That’s exactly it. If nothing were to happen, I would be devastated. I’d rather be widely panned than ignored. As Oscar Wilde once said, “The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.”
Truth be told, though, I’d much rather people read and enjoyed my story than spent energy telling me how awful they thought they were.
Well, we shall see what we shall see…