Have you hydrated?

I question myself daily.

Here lies the difference between quenched or parched, desert or green, crackling or smooth.

Have you hydrated?

I ask myself this evening as my new book launches into the world.

Here lies the difference between unknown or known, shriveling or vulnerable.

Have you hydrated?

I assess my half-hydrated state. A little unknown and a little known. A little quenched and a little parched. A little crackling author tiptoeing into the universe, breathing as deeply as their nervous lungs will allow.