So, I did a scary thing today. I submitted the Little Girl and The Tortoise to Publisher's Weekly for review.
Now, the odds that I'll actually get picked up to be reviewed by them is . . . very miniscule. I can hope and dream, but I'm counting on it not going anywhere. That said, putting yourself out there is a scary thing, and the imposter syndrome was strong as I was filling out the form.
Who did I think I was, that someone like Publisher's Weekly would review my book? And even if they did,...