I find this in-between time nerve wracking. After months of planning, writing, revising, working on graphics, tweaking, formatting and the plethora of other little steps that go into publishing a novel, its all over.
There's a lull. I'm not 'talking' to the characters anymore. I'm not wondering how their relationship will turn out. That's set in stone except for changing a word or two here and there, based on feedback from those who a reading the ARCs. I'm not writing the blurb or fiddling with the cover art.
And contemplating what the first reviews will say.
My mind starts to race and my stomach begins to knot as I wonder how the story will be received. My editor and friend, Jan, reassures me but it's still not quite enough. As we promote the book with banners and videos and excerpts and giveaways, I begin to think that we're over-hyping the book (if there is such a word). What if the readers are disappointed? Will they accept the way the characters' fates play out? Is there enough angst, enough action, enough romance? Maybe I should have changed that one scene. Perhaps I should have read the story over just once more. A few more tweaks and...
I have to stop myself.
Jan told me she'd quit if I dared to touch the story again so I reluctantly take my fingers away from the laptop keys and close the file. I try to busy myself with long neglected housework. I begin to format the book for the paperback version on Createspace. I try to relax and open myself up to the next set of characters who are stirring the interest of my muse.
And I wait for release day.