My book comes out in 12 days and I am TERRIFIED

I regret to inform you it doesn't get any easier

Yesterday, I spent my entire 55-minute therapy session freaking out about my publication day.

The Last Ferry Out hits shelves May 20, and it’s all I can think about. My therapist was a bit bewildered, because she’s seen me write, sell, and publish four previous books. And in the two years since I started writing this one, I spoke about it relatively little.

Yes, writing is hard, but I knew to expect that. A part of my pantser brain panicked that I wouldn’t figure out the ending, but I also knew from experience that somehow, miraculously, I’d land all the planes.

[Audrey II of Little Shop of Horrors voice]: READ ME.

“You seem like an old pro,” my therapist remarked, more than once. “I can tell you’re much more confident in your career now.”

Well, JOKE’S ON HER, because all that has flown out the window now that I’m staring down May 20 like it’s a diving board 10 meters high. Will I manage a smooth, low-splash landing…or will I belly flop? There’s just no way to know.¹

(And here’s where I’m adding a paywall, because shit’s about to get real real...)