Leaps of faith are required.
White-knuckled jumps with iffy parachutes and hysterical hiccups.
Blindly, terrifying things that no self-respecting, anxiety-pocked hermit should ever, EVER attempt.
Self-publishing requires these leaps.
Loads of them.
Is it too late to bow out of this respectfully?
Or is that a hysterical hiccup that I hear?