Ever get too close to a book? Before I penned my first novel, I assumed that once you’d finished a manuscript, then edited it, then edited it again; then printed and proofread, then proofread again (just in case), you’d feel something close to euphoria.
The culmination of several months’ work now finessed and finished. Ready to be read. Surely this should be a moment in which you sit back and bathe in the kind of warm
