So I’ve read the typeset Faerie Winter pages one last time, and I’ve sent my final notes back to my publisher.
Now the book is done.
Or at least, I’m done with it, having done all I can to make it as good a book as I know how to. And so it gets passed on to other hands, through which it will make its way, eventually (aka April 5) out into the world.
As I was saying earlier today, one of the strangest things about publishing may be that by the time a reader sees a book, the author has in some sense already left it behind.
In another sense, of course, we never leave behind any of the things we write.