Earlier this month, I hit the magical publish button at Amazon and became an indie author. I am hugely proud of my book: Kings of Brighton Beach Episode #1. I had an enormous sense of elation and accomplishment when I finally decided the work was done and then again when I saw it all compiled, the text and the formatting and the gorgeous cover. In that happy moment, I was sure I had a future bestseller on my hands. Yet all of those good feelings vanished when I finally self-published. In their place, terror.