The Sword’s Edge Chronicles started from a dream I had in about 1985. It slowly grew in my head, and finally I caved and began writing it in the late 90s. Many of the stories and subplots have changed over time (the overarching major plot that encompassed many years was tossed into the midden when a Ranger I had never thought of or planned for swaggered in with a wink and grin and took over the whole bloody thing), but still, I have read and worked and polished the stories for a very long time.
And Children of the Enaisi is no exception. But as many times as I’ve read it, I never read it as a book. Since it’s been published, I’ve been floating around, as happy as a mother with a newborn who goes around bragging and showing it off. I’m sure all my friends are tired of it by now.
But I did something today I hadn’t done yet, even though I’ve had the print edition in my possession for some days: I sat down and read it, well, not all of it, but parts of it. It’s a heady experience to see the story you’ve sweated over for years and lost sleep over, and mulled and rewritten, and polished, and re-polished finally in your hands.
For my writing friends: what emotions did you feel when you finally held your book or books in your hands, and read them – this time as a published book, not just a manuscript?