Eighteen months after Realbirth opened, I called my agent who had been sitting on the proposal all this time. “We’re going to make it,” I said. “It’s going to work out, and I have my platform again.” He sold the proposal within two weeks.
My editor was a lovely vibrant young women, who it just so happened was beginning her second trimester. It was early summer as we strategised about the writing of the book, and she asked when I thought a good deadline would be. I asked her when she was due. She was due mid-October, so I told her the deadline would be October 1st. it seemed important that she read it while pregnant – after all, it was women like her who would be reading it.
She looked at me dubiously. I had never written a book, and yet I was giving myself a very short window. After reassuring her that I knew what I was doing, I began writing furiously. Well, truth be told, I told everyone that I was writing for the first four weeks, and then I actually got down to the sweat of doing it. And that was what it was - 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. I would sit down after breakfast and getting the kids off to school, and would write for 6-8 hours straight until I was so bone tired I would want to cry. I would zip off chapters to my editor as I finished them. And on October 1st at 9:45pm, I sent her the last chapter.
And then there was silence. She was reading it and getting ready to go on maternity leave. I waited. One day I called to follow up and heard she had left to have her baby. And still I wondered. A few weeks later I received a work email from her, following up on the editing and giving me some updates. Shortly afterwards, a separate email followed. In it she thanked me personally for the book, and said that her birth had been profound and that she had been able to use so many of the things I had written about. She had come out of it strong, confident, hopeful, and happy. And in that moment I knew the book was right. I felt I could let it go now because it had done what it was meant to do - it had supported a women in her finding her way. It didn’t matter anymore what happened. The book had done what it was supposed to do.
And now, after all that time, it’s available and in the shops. I can hardly believe it.