March 24, 2014 is hours away and my stomach's been assaulted by a gazillion rampaging butterflies. It's an exciting fulcrum in time, because the culmination of a few years of my solitary work--combined with polishing touches of dedicated editors, publicists and cover artists will result in my book's public debut.

Of course, every writer wishes for big sales, but I'm keeping the anxiety under control by reminding myself of the primary reason I wrote my book. It was to give back to the community of writers and readers. Books have enhanced my life. I have a healthy appreciation now of what writers go through to produce a book. And now I'm adding my contribution to the book bank. I'm paying back.