It’s meant to be a magical time – you’ve been working your guts out as a writer for the past decade, focussing on the goal of getting a book published. Now it’s happened – there’s an actual book, full of your words, out in the world – and you just feel kind of … anxious. Shouldn’t you be revelling in the critical praise and enjoying room service in nice hotels before you head to your next festival appearance? Isn’t the hard work all over?
Turns out, publishing a book is a more emotionally complex experience than I, for one, realised.