Texts as children

One of the challenges of being a writer is what happens when you finish your new work and finally let it out into the wild. It probably is similar to the moment, when a child grows up and leaves the parent’s house – an “empty nest” syndrome, or maybe a bit like postpartum depression. First, you feel happy and proud, some sense of achievement. Then, comes the anxiety – how will the big world accept your child, now that you can’t help? And then you realize that you gave your child a part of your soul, and now this place is uncomfortably void and will take time to heal. And then you start thinking – do I want to have another baby? Am I ready for it? Is it worth it?

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