Literary 'Babies'

Writing I can imagine is like having a child, a literary baby so to speak. Not to in any way say a book has the same value as a child, I’m just thinking in terms of the desire to want it to be successful and thrive. You spend hours, days, months or years brooding over it, nurturing it, tweaking it, rewriting, re-reading, to the point you get delirious. You put everything you have into making it the best book ever. Then the day comes and you send your work off to the editor, or publisher, or designer, to be evaluated and critiqued. Now you’re protective, you really don’t want to hear it’s good BUT! No buts, just stop at it’s good! Well, you do want it to sell, so you make the changes and corrections.

Now it’s time to put the ‘baby’ on the market, it’s on display now and you wait with anticipating for it to be received and appreciated as much as you do. Hours, days, weeks and months go by, will it sell, will others feel about it the way you do, after all it is your ‘baby’ and who wouldn’t love your ‘baby’?

Any thoughts?