What if ... I told you I was self publishing?

Four years ago I started writing my third novel.

Three years ago I decided it *might* be the one.

Two years ago I started researching publishing while revising/editing.

One year ago I decided I would self-publish.

Today

I'm proudly,

ecstatically,

nervously,

anxiously,

joyously 

announcing 

I am going to self-publish!

I know there are questions.

What socks are you wearing?*

What's your favorite pie?**
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck?***

Maybe even, oh I don't know:

What's the title of the book?
When will it come out?

What's it even about?

All valid questions.

And it totally makes sense that I would answer them now.

But when have I ever done anything that makes sense?****
Instead

let's have a dance party,

shall we?!

Nooooow,

if y'all will excuse me,

Imma gonna go vom-a-scream.

Peace out.

*Um... that's kind of a creepy question. Maybe stop being a stalker?

**Are you trying to break my brain-brain!?! How could I POSSIBLE pick just one?! 

***ALL OF IT. Duh.

****Never. The answer is never.