Two weeks from today, my debut novel Life After Yes hits shelves. I tell you this because, yes, I have plunged into that filthy pool of shameless self-promotion. (Ick.) But I also tell you this because this incontrovertible fact, the close proximity of publication, is affecting me.
(Translation: I am a certifiable mess.)
People around me, people who care about me, keep saying some variation of the same thing: “Just let yourself enjoy this time. Soak it all up.” And when they say this, I smile an automatic smile, a packaged smile, and nod. And then I tell them I will. That I will try.