It seems the closer I get to physically being able to publish my book, the more I’m doubting myself. Mostly I’m worried I am going to become some big laughing stock because EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE WORLD will think my book is dreadful. Just because I like it doesn’t mean anyone else will… just because my wife likes it doesn’t mean anyone else will…
My story deals with some pretty heavy stuff (past rape) and I’m terrified I’ve not done that aspect of the storyline justice, even though I have my personal experiences to go off. I know it’s a sensitive subject and perhaps I shouldn’t have gone there, not with my first book? I know that’s stupid though, because far more women than we’ll ever be aware of have some experience with rape and/or sexual abuse. It’s a reality I don’t think we should sweep under the carpet or put in the ‘we don’t talk about that because it’s not nice’ basket, and I guess I carry that day-to-day life belief into my writing.
Worse than the idea of EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE WORLD hating my book, is the possibility NO ONE will buy it! How dumb will I look then?
“How many copies of your book have you sold?”
“Oh… well, like… none.”
After discussion with some amazingly insightful community of self-published authors I have been assured it’s completely normal to feel this way, and it’s something you just have to do. Not everyone is going to enjoy your book. Not everyone is going to buy your book. But the important thing is taking that scary leap and getting your story out there.