I'm going to do it.

OK, I am going to send my novel out. All I have to do is proof it one more time, piss away the money to print some copies and mail it, and pray I can find a list of people who might read it all the way to the end.

I won't be able to start my next book in earnest until I send this one out. I thought I had a choice, but in reality I never did.