As a first time mum, most pregnant woman can't think further than the joyful (i.e. terrifying, debasing and, OMG, painful) arrival of their bundle of delight and wonder. I suppose I should have recognised the feelings as I was writing Kat, but, let's face it, it's been a while. Ironically, it was knitting I was first reminded of when, in the weeks after I proudly declared the manuscript finished, I had to reformat everything, work out how the hell to get images to stay in place on the kindle conversion software, learn how to use photoshop, come up with a blurb, synopses and descriptions, set up an amazon author page and work out keywords, pricing and a whole load of other stuff. Anyone who has ever knitted will recognise the sinking sensation of looking at all the different bits of the gift you've just lovingly crafted and realising you've got to sew the bloody thing together before you can give it away and forget about it. If only babies, and books, were that simple. Granted, I could give Kat away and forget about it, but, instead, I find myself learning even more new software, trying to get to grips with the world of digital marketing, writing advertising copy and analysing sales data. You see, it's not okay not to be there for your baby. All mums know that.
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