It has been like giving birth, putting this “baby” out into the world.
Self-publishing is not as physically demanding as labor and delivery, but there is definitely something about it that feels like you are letting a baby loose in the world.
Will the world be kind to it? Will it get harassed? Abused? Flourish or flounder – your mom still cares about your outcome. This mom, anyway.
I was tickled to discover that I got ranked at #27 in Women’s Poetry after one day of pre-orders.
I have to laugh. You never know what that baby will do. Like my kids (I have four) I visited the Disciplinary Committee as well as the Magna Cum Laude induction ceremony.
Up and down and all of it life.
I am just holding on for the ride.