It’s the day every pregnant woman anticipates with anxiety, bated breath and excitement – the birth of her baby.
Look, folks, here is mine – Open: A Boy’s Wayang Adventure.
It’s hard to explain this emotion I’m feeling right now. Having a book published is not the same as birthing a baby, I know. I know because I’ve had two of my own. Trust me, giving birth without the influence of drugs is not something I’d recommend to anyone. I did it. Twice. Survived to tell the tale. But… Aw… I’d do it again because I survived to tell the tale and I can tell you that it’s fine. The best feeling in the world is the feeling you get when baby is placed on your stomach right after and then in your arms when swaddled. It’s beyond exhilarating. Indescribable.
What’s that gotta do with a baby, you ask. Well, a very famous writer once said that writing is easy, you just sit at the typewriter and bleed. [A free book to anyone who can tell me who this writer is (only one book to give away), so be quick.] Of course it’s not as bad as it sounds although this writer did mean by bleed, the sheer handwork behind and energy involved in the creation and birthing of a book. His books are his babies too.
And bleed I have but with enormous triumph and pride. Here’s my baby, readers of the world. Please listen to the story he has to tell because all children love to be listened to, not just heard.
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