Virginia Woolf said that publishing a book was like sending a child into traffic. Here is what I'll be sending into the fray. A preliminary copy came last week. I was so overwhelmed and relieved and emptied out that I put it straight back into the envelope and couldn't look. My son did for me.
Now I am learning - again - to love that new child. And hold her close.
Before dressing her up warmly and sending her out into the street.