On the Verge
I was about to make an analogy between finally publishing a book and childbirth, but then I realized that the two things are not at all the same. For one thing, when you’re nine months pregnant, even though it feels as though you will be carrying that immense weight around into eternity, your sane self realizes that yes, that baby is going to be born one way or another, and it’s going to be soon.
With a book? Eh, this fiddling and tweaking stage could indeed go on forever. When I find yet another typo in text that four sets of eyes have gone over closely, I wonder if I’ll ever feel ready to click that “publish” button.
But click it I will. I had wanted to finish by Halloween, but that day is here, and while I have my red-lined cape and fangs ready for the evening (although I need to make a quick run for a pumpkin and candy!)–Unbitten is not quite ready.
Get out the forceps! This weekend, without fail!