Craziness.  That’s the only way to describe the feeling.  Like I’m on an out-of-control ferris wheel and I’m flying in circles…so many ups and downs and the world spinning out of control.  Also the felling that I either want to scream or puke.  Or both.   (But hopefully not at the same time.)

But I digress.  There’s just one month left until my book debuts and I’m constantly struggling with the fear that there’s something I’m not doing. Something I was supposed to do.  Something I wish I hadn’t done.