Being a self published author requires me to squeeze in time to think about myself in between the time I already think about myself. There’s not much time left over. When I’m on Twitter talking about myself, I feel like I’m in a stadium full of self published authors all talking about themselves, I can barely get a word in edgewise. This is when the post print-em depression sets in. It was a hard delivery and now I must get everyone to agree how cute my baby is before I throw it out with the bath water. Here it is at Barnes and Noble, you be the judge.