Nope. Not preggers. But I have been in the past, and trying to get my book published presents some eerie similarities to pregnancy. Here’s why:
1- I’m super excited one moment, then crushed in another. Every alert from my phone brings about a new, unexpected bout of hysteria associated with either a rejection from a literary agent I thought I’d impressed, or a manuscript request from a publishing house I’d never even considered. The emotional rollercoaster is interesting and inevitable and insane.
2- I’m sitting ALOT. Aside from being nine months pregnant, I’ve never sat so much in my life. (Except when I was actually WRITING the book. And going to school. And watching previously recorded television…) Sending out queries and proposals while researching the next big small publisher is all about taking a seat. This writer’s butt thing is for real- and my elliptical senses it. Every morning, I get up, and that machine is calling out to me. Luckily, I’m kind of a spaz who can’t concentrate on any one thing at any given time. My elliptical gets ignored…I win…
3- I seem to be always snacking. That’s right- Jen=2, Jen’s butt=0. In the same way that you grow a new person who sucks crazy energy and nutrients from your body while pregnant, this process of attempting to get someone to give a damn about my book is making me ravenous! Snackety-snack-snack…eventually I’ll climb back on that elliptical.
It’s been compared many times: your book is your baby. When you are trying to grow that baby to the point in development that he or she meets the universe’s standards of becoming an actual human being, that’s like attempting to fine-tune your book for commercial publication. Publishing this book will (and already is) like being pregnant and then birthing your baby. Without all the clean-up. 😀