I've always wondered about the pain that a mother experiences in childbirth. As a man, that's one experience I will never have--unless I come up with a miraculous birth. Maybe the closest I'll ever get to that experience is giving birth to a novel. Let me defend that crazy position:
* First, when you write a novel, you are creating a new life--new characters who live out a story, and grow older as the novel progresses--especially if it is part of a series.
* Secondly, it's painful to create. I've rewritten A Cold Copper Moon three times already. Each time I consume another bunch of months. Wow! Believe me that hurts. But, as in child birth--so I understand--it's a happy pain.
* And finally, when the novel is finally published, it's shown to the world of readers like a new-born baby. Maybe I should hand out cigars when my agent finally lands a publisher. I'll buy the cigars, Tris.
By the way, my agent is Tristram Coburn of Tristram C. Coburn, Literary Management. I know it's hard work trying to find a publisher for a new author. But thanks for all you do, Tris. Maybe this baby will finally be delivered!
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