My book is ready to drop in a few days. All I have left to do is hit the little ‘publish’ button but I’m feeling a tad squeamish. I get emails from authors who have self-published and want to sell me their guides on how to correctly publish my book. Is there a wrong way?!
Let’s face it everyone has a guide, a book, a best-practices manual, a notebook full of tips; I even watched a video of an author with a giant binder full of…stuff, and I just have a button and a book. What do I know? Apparently, nothing. After all, I don’t have a giant binder full of stuff.
It’s a scary leap to jump off that self-publishing cliff with the world telling me I shouldn’t, I can’t, I-wouldn’t-do-it-if-I-were-you.
NOT WITH THAT ATTITUDE, WORLD.
I’ve chosen to block out the negative vibes of, “Dumb author thinks she can publish her book. Pfft” and instead I am focusing on, “Dumb author thinks she can publish her book! Yay!” There. That’s more like it.
The mere fact that I traveled the journey to get to the spot where I’m ready to publish, is a feat in itself. I wrote a whole book.
I waded through the self-doubt and feelings of inadequacy that plagues every writer and human on the planet. I’m not over those feelings and hopefully, never will be. They push me to be better and to expect better from myself. I think those feelings were the catalyst that pushed me to finish.
As the next few days unfold and I steady my finger over the ‘Publish now’ button, I’ll hold tight to the belief that I am worthy of pushing that damned button.
All the while, I will allow my middle finger to wave freely at the world…and that binder full of ‘stuff’.