People commonly compare writing a book to giving birth. I never really understood the parallel, until now... After complications with my first pregnancy, I was told my second wouldn't be allowed to go beyond term. On my due date, I packed my overnight bag and dutifully went into hospital where the consultant decided everything was fine and we should let nature take its course. I picked up my bag and went home to wait.
Over the next two weeks, I received phone calls from almost everyone I knew:
"Hello, you're home!"
"What did you have?" and "How's the baby?"
"Er... I haven't had it yet... I'm still waiting."
Now that I've told everyone I know that my first book will be published in April, (as it appears on Amazon), my publisher has postponed publication until the summer. Apparently this happens all the time: delays with the designer, the editor, clashes with other publications, and goodness knows what else besides.
Coincidentally, the current publication date is... my second child's birthday!