
Anyone who has ever taken on the task of putting thought on paper can agree with that understanding. However, I would add, once you fling it to the public, then you become a drooling idiot who tries to get people to read the thing you once loved so much.
I guess writing a book is like raising a child; you always love them, they make you very happy and cause you great pain. But in the end, you wouldn’t live life without them. Just Say’n.
If you want to visit my “child” Click here. While your there tell it I love it even if I grumble a lot. Just Say'n