These are the wee hours of morning. The time when most people are sleeping, kitties are winding down, and third-shift government employees have escaped the asylum for yet another day.

I’ve just paid my nightly visit to the Loose Id Publishing site. And lo and behold, not only is my cover being presented, but there’s a price, a few short reviews–and an excerpt.

Now, I thought I knew every word, every comma, every PERIOD of this piece. Lord knows I edited it enough! But I’m reading this excerpt of my story in my style, and all I can think is…
“Who wrote THAT??!”

It’s not BAD, mind you–just seemed completely FOREIGN to me.

Wonder if this happens to everyone who first sees their work in print?
Please tell me it does.
I’d hate to think the asylum has finally gotten the best of me.