November 5, 2018 at 11:11am. I deliver my first-born. Her name is OB-LA-DI, OB-LA-DA. She weighs in at 1.4 pounds/381 pages and is 6″ by 9″ in length. She is attended by her mid-wife, Kindle Direct Publishing, and her godparents—John, Paul, George, and Ringo. She will live on Amazon.

The first time I see her I hesitate to touch her, afraid the act of contact might cause her form to dematerialize, this long-awaited dream to dissipate. So I just stare at her face with its crisp, bold lettering and pops of bright color. When I finally pick her up, wrapping my hands around the edges, I feel her heft. Whoa, she’s quite a big girl. I caress her soft, matte skin. I rub her sturdy spine before turning her over to scroll up and down her backside. I peek inside the covers to scan the words on cream-colored paper, the strands of my imagination transformed into the tangibility of permanent ink.  I enumerate the descriptive pages, the sections and chapters, and addenda, and confirm that she has all her literary fingers and toes. And then I hold her to my breast in a maternal bonding of creation to creator, and whisper, “You are here, my love. My very own real book.”

All along I worried that readers might not relate to the protagonists’ personalities, not giggle at their antics nor gasp at their predicatments, not see and appreciate the insights and deeper meanings, not stay with her from beginning to end.  But, just like any new mother in the afterglow of birth, publishing a book glosses over all the trials and tribulations, the disappointment and disapproval involved in the conception, gestation, and labor. For now, the pride in seeing my work of heart colors every second with wonder, fills me with unending joy, and plants a perpetual smile on my face.  Surely they will find her as exceptional as I do at this moment.

Of course, I know not everyone will want to bring her into their home, nor will everyone praise her as I do. There are hundreds of thousands of fictional works to choose from today, a great many of superior quality and potential for long-lived success. I must leave it to Spirit and the Reader to determine her ultimate fate. No matter, I will forever treasure this time, and the journey that brought my book baby into existence.

And so, OB-LA-DI, OB-LA-DA, are you ready to meet the world?

One thought on “IT’S A BOOK!!

  1. I personally am sooooo excited to celebrate your baby girl! You are a creative genius, and I have loved all of your creations so far – every little one. Congratulations, dear Diana!

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