Scared was an understatement.
I had just opened my first shipment of books. The smell of that box is forever stamped in my memory. I was excited to experience a reality I had only dreamt about years earlier. That was until I started thumbing through the pages.
At first there was one.
Then were were two.
They started to add up.
Why where there so many mistakes in my book?
Maybe it was because I was a self-published author on a shoe string budget which required me to do most of the editing myself. Maybe it was because I needed to wait a few more months (or years) before everything was perfect? Maybe it was because I had no idea what I was doing?