Reflecting on My Novel's Release
A week ago, my debut novel was released. It was the culmination of an effort that started in 2016. Now, my novel's fate is completely out of my hands. I have no control on how it is received and how many copies it sells (hopefully well and a lot). Readers may hate it. It may go unread. I can't be bothered by either of these possibilities. Time spent worrying about that which I do not control is time wasted. I have too much else that I want to accomplish to be able to fritter away my most precious asset -- time.
My goal was to publish a novel. That has been accomplished. Everything else is a bonus.