A writer I follow on Twitter posted the question, “What’s the equivalent of ‘break a leg’ for an author? ‘Crack a spine’?”
I responded that the appropriate message is, “The pits of despair are not of infinite depth, don’t worry.”
To wit, yesterday, after months of revision and a ferocious last-minute scrubbing of the remaining typos that somehow clung on, I gathered my manuscript for The Stick Princess (Ways of Magic Book 3), inserted the chapter headings, formatted the whole thing, uploaded it as a Kindle book to Amazon, and promptly decided it is unreadable and has obvious flaws that I somehow missed. I have already reformatted and re-uploaded it once and will doubtless do it again at some point.
I remind myself I did not do it because the book was perfect. Instead, the book was finished, and I have proven to myself with my earlier books that the pits of despair post-publication are relatively shallow and evaporate quickly in the sun, especially if I move on to the next project fairly quickly.
I also published it because, despite it all, one purpose of telling stories is to tell them to other people. That has never been my first priority; I have always told my stories to myself, and I am my main audience.
And the last reason I published was that people kept asking me if I was ever going to write Book 3, because they liked the other books, so here you go. It’s a present.
I enjoyed reading it, so maybe you will too