If writing a book is like pregnancy, then conception is the spark of ideas – exciting and new. Gestation is the long haul of writing, the all-day morning sickness, the lumpy lugging around of the protruding manuscript, and the occasional joyful kick and the happy knowledge that something is growing.
When the thing is fully cooked, there comes the labour pains. You huff and you puff and you pitch and you huff and you puff and you pitch and you huff and puff and you pitch.
Then a publisher says yes! and the midwife says its time to push.
The time between the excitement of that yes! and holding the paper baby in my hand is where I now – with a book stuck in my birth canal.
Because I have a book coming out.