Someone Left the Cake Out in the Rain

I did the final corrections on my novel. (Honestly, the two words “my novel” sound equally obnoxious and unbelievable.) It’s in the can, it’s cooked, it’s soup. In the past, my husband has described my relationship with my books once they’re done as “psychotic disassociation.” He’s not wrong. On the one hand I have this deep belief that once you finish something and put it out into the world, it’s no longer yours. It’s not a spiritual idea, it’s just a fact. It’s how of your hands. You made your cake. But I think the psychotic disassociation is also a product of/defense for working in publishing. It’s like being a doctor and operating on yourself. I know too much.

Is this making any sense?