It's been a week. One week since I submitted my book to KDP for publishing, and nothing has prepared me for the aftereffects.

I am dead on my feet. I'm drained, depleted. Utterly gutted. It is as if I pulled my soul out of my body and handed it over to someone I don't know well enough for them to have access to those words on those pages.

Waiting is not an easy thing for me. I suck at it. I don't buy Christmas or birthday presents earlier than a couple of weeks before because I cannot wait to give the gift. I cannot tell you the number of times I've handed over presents early.

Two years ago, I purchased my husband Packers paintings. I got them in October. They were a Christmas present. They got them at Thanksgiving.

I'm telling you this because the waiting for reviews and feedback on this, my first novel, is sucking my soul.