For a few hours, last week, I was a published author. A self published author, that is. I had submitted my short to Kobo Writing Life and pressed the publish button. It took twenty four hours for it to hit the web and during that time is when the doubts happened.
Was it ready?
Were there errors, I had missed?
What if nobody liked it?
What if nobody bought it?
I opened the sample Epub they send you on my Kobo and started reading it, for the hundredth time, and, almost, immediately found two spelling errors. Even after I had sent it off to a few beta readers and even though, at this point, I'd read it so much I could probably do an audio version by memory.
So, even though it's only 8,000 words, I decided to send it off to an editor.
I checked on Kobo and found that it had finally been approved and posted for sale. I admired the image of my name next to the book cover and then went into my account and took the book off, until I can post a more polished version.