With a knock on the front door, my heart thumped. I knew what was coming. My print books had finally arrived. After five years and five months of dreaming and longing for this moment, it was finally here. I was about to hold my novel for the first time.
There are many tortured moments in the life of a woman who spends her days writing books. The antidote for those moments is the moment when the finished book finally arrives.
And, yes, it was. It was everything I dreamed and more.