Scary.

Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing.

I sent my book to Ali's agent a few minutes ago.

Terror doesn't begin to describe what's going on in my body right now.

I pressed 'send', and ran away from my computer. Dancing around my living room like a lunatic, trying to avoid the urge to google how to retrieve a sent email.

If that's even possible.

I want to be confident about this, I really do. I want to sit here and tell you guys that in a couple of weeks, I'll be celebrating the news that T has found an agent in the states for me, and I'll be published within six months.

I want that, so badly.

But now, all I can do is second-guess myself.

I need a drink.