It’s been about 48 hours now since I decided to scrap the launch of book three, which would have been a week from now. The long and the short of it is that I was unable to get a cover made, which, turns out, is really essential for releasing a book despite the adage of not judging books by them. Turns out you can’t send people to a link or gin up any enthusiasm for a book unless there’s a visual representation for it, which is, again, kind of weird. But I’m digressing. Because I’m here to talk about disappointment and how to deal with it. Which is, unfortunately, a subject I know a lot about. This setback is particularly painful because this was the first launch where I actually knew what I