theorize Paraphrasing the note of human feeling, Anna Oxa, I share these emotions (Recently, but it is an emotion, and these days you do not throw anything away) to receive copies at home of a new book. One of your book. Pick it up. Smelling the scent of newsprint. Stroking the smooth and colorful pages. Read it as you would if you were just a reader.
The process of conception was the same: you've imagined, fantasized, approaches, started sweating, panting, struggling, and enjoyed finally over, and even the time that elapses between the conception and arrival at destination is comparable to the canonical nine months.
The difference is that the day after you put it in the library and start thinking about the next.
With children it does not, I think.
