Taking the Leap

Today I published my short story collection: Through a Dusty Window: New York City Stories 1910-2001. The experience is terrifying. I should say that the experience was quite gratifying, but I am having all these feelings of potential regret, like -- now that it's out there, I'll never be able to take it back. eek! Terrifying was sending the carefully phrased email to my friends and family and finally coming out of the closet on this whole writing thing. Not that those close to me were in the dark about it -- that wasn't the case. But putting yourself in front of everyone whose opinion you respect, stripping off all your figurative clothing and saying, "do you like me?" is not the easiest thing to do. I am, however, wise enough to know that if I don't mention the book to anyone I know, the odds of anyone at all dropping by Amazon to buy it are pretty flippin' slim. So it's out there. My first child, sitting up there all alone on the cold white reviewless page at Amazon under my adopted name. Currently it's just a Kindle version, but I did create a paperback in Createspace, so that should pop up in the next day or two. Thanks in advance to anyone who heads on over there to buy a copy, and double thanks to anyone who takes the time to write a review. I'm kind of dumbfounded at the moment, but I'm sure I'll have more nonsense to post on this over the coming days...