Releasing a book is an odd experience.
After a long period of steady work, with no real deadline other than my own desire to move on to the next thing, it’s done. I flip a few levers, push a few buttons, inevitably realize I forget something, scramble to do that, and then… well, I guess it’s done. Of course, there’s follow up, making sure that things are running smoothly, hoping that it’s well received, and the like.
But it’s done. And the specter of a next project lingers in the background.
I’m not sure where to go with this post, other than to say that there always seems to be an interesting point of decision when a project comes to an end.