Waiting for the last proof from my publisher is so hard, even curled up in front of a fire with my 5lb Yorkie, Hemingway. Joyful anticipation has been pushed aside by anxiety over whether the book was really finished. Could I have added more descriptions to the scenes, or more feelings to my characters, what about the dialog that keeps popping into my head at the darnedest times? Do other authors think their books are never done? I wonder those kinds of things while I wait with building excitement and the knowledge that, what will be, will be. Much like what I felt during the weeks and days before my daughter was born . . . and she turned out perfect! Hopefully, It Started With Besse will be born soon.
