Nervous this morning, as usual. Like I said before, there are those who will think this is the best story and best book I've written (and I like to think I'm getting better in technique I think), and some who will hate it, and some who will think it's merely ok. Contests, Reviews, Mail is subjective. And you can please some of the people all of the time and some of the people some of the time but not all of the people all of the time. Blah, blah, blah.
Yes, I'm nervous. I comfort myself with the fact that my editor thought this one was the best (so of course what I'm working on now...well, at least I have a blackmailing cat in it, and I think in Heart Fate one of the cats has got too go -- become a dog -- too many cats, though Heart Quest has a fox my mentor thinks sounds like a British butler).
I guess I should actually send an email out to my puny (and usually ignored) mailing list and let them know.
And this is just too long for a nervous-nelly all about me. Sorry.
No, it doesn't get any easier. ANYTHING about the writing. But it can stay as fascinating.
May your writing day have surprising, fascinating moments.