I hate getting nervous. Really, I do. Reminds me of failed auditions or days when bishops stared into my eyes. I have enough energy that I could run around the world screaming, but at the same time, I want to pass out for a day or two. This whole publication makes me feel helpless. If I have a mistake, how will people react? Will people like this? Will anyone even see it? All the uncertainty just piles on doubt.
All the same, I rarely get this excited. Tomorrow, the publication will be released, and I want everyone to see it. I’m quirky, even for furries, but perhaps it’s a good enough quirk to get people both inside and out of the fandom to enjoy some anthropomorphism!
If I lived in a house where liquor wasn’t an immortal sin, I would have a pretty good party tomorrow night. Guess I’ll have to enjoy some slightly-rebellious Dr. Pepper and watch MST3K.