Not Like: I invite a whole lot more people to come around at delivery when it's a book.
Like: There's that gasp of surprise and delight to see it whole and shiny.
Not Like: Much less mess.
Like: I find myself telling people all kinds of details they SO don't care about.
Not Like: Nobody really even pretends to be interested*.
Like: I just know someday, someone is going to say mean things about it. And it will hurt.
Not Like: I don't have to listen to critics. I can pretend they don't exist. (But bullies are real. Forever.)
Like: There will be mistakes, and I might be embarrassed.
Not Like: They're all MY mistakes. (Worse, right?)
Like: I love this new thing.
Not Like: It doesn't need me - my work is done.
Like: It still keeps me up at night.
Not Like: I can't rock it back to sleep.
Like: I find myself in there, when I peer. (Does anyone else love that word? Peer. Try it. Peer. Mmm.)
Not Like: Chances aren't good that it will take care of me when I'm old.
*This is a complete lie. Everyone is interested. Or pretending to be. And that is fun, fun.