Two weeks.

Fourteen days.

336 hours.

20,160 minutes…

You get the idea

Even though I’ve always liked fortnight better.

Anyway! In less than that up there – Chameleon will be out there.

In the world.

Available for people to love – and for people to hate.

And that’s just it, isn’t it?

When you write your book, you love it. You want others to love it too. And when it gets out there – into the big wide world, you no longer have any control over that. Which is okay, even while it’s not. Some people might love it, other’s might think it’s okay, and others will hate it.

And that’s just how the world works.

Hey, I despise olives. My daughter loves them. And now I feel better.

So, I’m gearing up for that more than anything else.

All the nerves. I may be a little scared.