Dry Run comes out tomorrow! Add it to your to-do list, put an alarm on your phone, write it on your inner forearm--whatever it takes to remind you to go to Amazon tomorrow and pick up a copy! (I'm a put-it-on-the-Google-calendar person, myself.)

And because Dry Run comes out tomorrow, I am feeling vulnerable. Like, really vulnerable. You know that dream where you go to school and suddenly realize you showed up naked? That's how I feel. 

I put my heart and soul into this book. And now, strangers and loved ones alike get to go buy that piece of me on Amazon ($3.99 ebook, $11.99 print, free on Kindle Unlimited). Anyone can see who I am.

It could go horribly wrong. That's a possibility. But what I've learned over the past three years I've been writing is that making myself vulnerable like this makes me happy. Sharing my early writings with my husband was scarier than the first time he saw me naked, but from the first chapter he read, he's been my biggest fan.

I remember whispering to my best friend (in a swimming pool, surrounded by our kids) that I was writing a book, and it wasn't meant for kids. Those words were too scary to say in a non-whisper. When she read the book, her first words were, "When can I read the next one?" She texted me as I was writing this, more excited about tomorrow than I am.

Opening myself up has deepened my connection to my closest loved ones. It's taken old acquaintances and turned them into friends who introduced me to other acquaintances who became friends, all champions of my work. It's turned strangers into colleagues, then turned those colleagues into mentors and friends. Every time I take a risk and make myself vulnerable, I'm so glad I did.

Viewed through that lens, tomorrow isn't so scary. I'm looking forward to it.