This is a paragraph from The Comic Toolbox: How to be Funny Even if You’re Not by John Vorhaus—
You open your mouth to tell a joke, but a little voice says, “Hang on, that might not work.” Then another little voice answers, “Of course it won’t work, and when it doesn’t work, you’ll look like a failure, a fool.” And a third voice chimes in, “If you’re a fool to them, you’re a fool to you, too.” And finally, “Your ego will die; then you will die.” That’s a big burden for one poor little joke to carry, is it not?
It’s also a big burden for one poor little book to carry. :nod: The monkeys have been chattering away like 33rpm records set on 45 the last couple of weeks.
I don’t worry about everybody liking my book. Not everybody is going to like it. That whole cuppa tea thing. (And,umm…if you are or are related to a narcoleptic sheriff who heads up one of those animal lodge thingies, I should just apologize right now.) Worrying about public reaction is ridiculously premature at this stage, and yet it colors every word on the page. Puce, even!
So how can I feel mentally prepared and scared to death at the same time? And does it get better, or should I just start figuring out what my drink of choice will be now?