It’s funny, how our books are like children to us. So often, writing a book is likened to the process of giving birth (a highly romanticized notion of birthing, too, if you ask me…) and publishing is like sending our innocent youth out into the world to make or break themselves. Author John Locke sees each of his novels as “employees,” earning as much revenue as they can, but then he’s a salesman by career, perhaps bringing his children into the family business?
Mine are more like teenagers, alternately shy and recalcitrant, idealistic, and entirely independent of anything I might want to do with them. Continue reading