I love this long, slow, lazy lull of time between the final edits of a book and its appearance in the world. The ARC is out flittering in limited edition toward the people who may or may not read it. Not that I like being pregnant, particularly, but I feel in the same state of mind as when I'm about six months gravid: anxious, thrilled, deeply ambivalent, mildly insane. You want so badly for your wee one to come out singing show tunes, sparklers in hand, with a genius so blinding the whole delivery room has the babe's image seared on their retinas for life. In the end, though, you would be hap
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