And that is just one of the fears...
There's also the fear that I'm writing a sequel that will be considered a giant piece of crap, and that everyone will assume that I was a one trick pony with one good idea and now I should just go back into my hole and never emerge again.
Is this normal?
How about the fear that when it goes live on Amazon absolutely NOBODY, not even my friends or my parents will buy a copy.
Or that the whole writing process, which for me includes a certain amount of copious amounts of coffee, nervous eating and chain smoking will render me with a lovely writing career but will leave me to die alone with my splenda-induced osteoporosis, lung cancer, and morbid obesity.
That can't be normal.
Then of course, after I die getting to the pearly gates only to find out that God indeed does not have a sense of humor and finds me presumptuous and impertinent and casts me into Hell for REALS.
I am insane.