The print release of Frontline Angel is only a week away and I have to admit I’m full of emotion right now. It might seem silly to say but I can almost compare it to the way I felt when I was at the end of 40 weeks of pregnancy and about to meet my new little boy.
That nine months of growing a human life were nine of the most emotional, amazing, scary, exciting, anxiety provoking and at times downright uncomfortable months.
Now I’m faced with the fact that it has to come to an end.
All the hopes and dreams I’ve had about being a mother are about to dramatically (and painfully) enter this world.
The perfect little being that I’ve imagined can no longer be protected and sheltered inside the warm, little cave I’ve been providing.
I know there will be many trials and tribulations to face in his life and there’s really little I can do to stop it.
Even though my love is so intense for this little man that it brings me to tear, I have to be realistic and admit that everyone will not love him as much as I do—even worse, some may not like him at all.
My heart breaks at that thought but I know I have to learn to deal with it somehow.
Researching, writing and dreaming about Eliza, Reese and all the other characters of Frontline Angel has been a part of me for so long—warm, safe and protected. I’m very excited to show them off to the world but also terrified of the difficult journey I know we all have ahead of us.
In the words of Elizabeth Stone, “Making a decision to have a child–it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” And apparently it’s not so different when you release your first novel out into the world
My ‘Hearts’ out in this big world