But then I found myself in the strange no mans land that exists when a book is finished but not yet tangible. It's the space I currently sit in. My 19th children's book, Fearlessly Madison is currently at the printers. My ideas, Jemima's artwork and the editorial tie-it-all-togetherness that goes into a book is now experiencing the rather mundane but incredible work of being put to print. And while that's going on I'm doing an awful lot of soul searching.
Some of this repeated thinking occurs every time a new book is about to be launched into the world. I wonder if it's because really I'm much more at home in the creating side of my role as an author than the saleswoman side. The leap between the two for each project requires a redefining of who I am again, who I am through the lens of this new story - because as every author (and some readers) know; writers write from who they are.
And I am me. Just the grown up version of a little girl who once held her daddy's hand on a dark, wet Bengali night and learned to trust a God bigger than the storm. A trust I continue to learn.