It never fails.

Every time I publish a book, a wave of sludge-like bad feeling engulfs me.

Will they hate it? The cover sux, omg. Will anyone even read it? What was I thinking? Who the hell do I think I am?

Usually some nice reviews come in after some time, and I utter a mental “whew!” and relax a little.

Sometimes I get a one-star immediately from someone who hates the book because it’s about what the blurb says it’s about. My eyes cross and my heart cries out to the gods of justice only to be smacked by the gods of what’s what. I (mostly) laugh and start thinking about the next book.