One month from today, all those Amazon pre-orders will start shipping out, arriving at their destinations bright and shiny and ready to be read.
One month from today, I stop freaking out about my book release, and start freaking out about my book. Which only seems like a nice change from a safe distance. I haven't been standing at a safe distance for a while now.
One month from today.
Dear sweet Coyote, we're almost there.