Releasing my stuff into the wild — stuff that people have paid for — is always fraught for me, even after the fact. Particularly when I’m mordantly sure that it’s in the process of blowing up, only I haven’t noticed yet. But surely I would know by now if it had, right?
On the bright side, I literally have nowhere to be for the next month. The days of travel are done, at least for me. Which is good, because there’s a ton of stuff to write and the house needs a good cleaning.