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Which are, coincidently, one of my favorite candy bars. Which I hadn’t had in years until Halloween night when I bit into one and was all at once reminded of their buttery goodness all wrapped up in the milkiest of milk chocolate. Okay, maybe I’m getting a little carried away here. Not sure it’s even chocolate at all. But Butterfingers are still good. One of the best. Think I’ll go buy one today.

Anyway, lately I have turned into the world’s biggest klutz. Like yesterday, I went to get a spoonful of peanut butter out of the jar, then turned around and watched in confusion as my spoon flew out of my hand and across the kitchen floor. Peanut butter landed everywhere. I still can’t figure out what happened. I’m also still cleaning it up. Then two days ago, I pulled a bowl out of the dishwasher, then raised up to put it in the cabinet above me and banged my head on the door. Hard.  Of course the bowl clattered to the counter. It’s a miracle it didn’t shatter. In addition to those smooth moves, I’ve also dropped a bag of Charmin, tripped on my way into everywhere, fallen off the fireplace hearth when I was just sitting there, and walked into the clear shower door.

I could keep going, but this is getting ridiculous.

Now, I’ll admit that I’m a klutzy person by nature. I am. It’s a well-known fact around my neighborhood. Ask anyone—they’ll tell you. (But please don’t, because I don’t trust my friends not to go into too much detail. And they have lots of details, I’m telling you).

Anyway, I think the real cause of my elevated clumsiness is that I have a book release happening Saturday…and I’m freaking out.

FREAKING OUT.

I mean, I knew when I started writing years ago that one day one of my books would release out into the open world. I used to dream about it. Practice my awards speech (for what awards, I have no idea). Envision typing out my book dedication page. And now it’s almost here.

AND PEOPLE ARE GONNA READ IT!!

That bit of truth alone makes me want to barf.

Because it’s one thing to write a book in the privacy of my own home and show it to my daughter and a couple of friends. It’s another thing entirely to think people I don’t even know will read it and either love it…or hate it.

But it’s here. And I’m dealing with it the best way I know how—by narrowly escaping disaster day after day after day. So pray for me, please. Pray that my nerves will settle. Pray that schedules will be kept and timelines will run smoothly the next few days. Pray that everyone will keep calm and get things done. And above all, pray that I don’t accidently set my house on fire.

The way things are going lately, it’s a real fear.

P.S.  The Wedding Game has a new cover! It’s a long story, one I’ll share with you Wednesday. And that day, I’ll reveal the brand new look. Until then…