'An Extra-Ordinary Beginning' was written over the nine months before my son was born. At the end of this time it became a race as I tried to get my novel finished before the birth. For nine months I had written almost every day and the story had filled my head even when I was not writing. At this point all I was interested in was just telling the story. I didn't think about publishing it as an eBook or paperback book. I had never heard of eReaders or Kindles and I'm quite sure that iPads had not even been released. I just wanted to say that I had written a book.
When I had finished the first draft of 'An Extra-Ordinary Beginning' I was pleased and proud. Pleased that I had managed to write a novel and proud that it was actually quite good. My editor felt the same which pleased me even more. I therefore had a book that I was happy with but I had no idea what to do with it.
In the end what I did was... nothing. My son was born and the stories and adventures in my head were replaced. And what were they replaced with? Sleepless nights, changing nappies, wind, crying, milk and prams that only really skilled people could open. Within two months the handwritten manuscript had been hidden away on the library shelf, the electronic document was lost in a folder on my computer and I completely forgot about 'The Adventures of Eric and Ursula'.
To forget about something you have spent so long on should have been really sad but I actually think it was one of the best things that could have happened.