A Writer’s Prayer
I am pregnant, absolutely pregnant with a book. I can feel the swelling and the kicking. But I hesitate to induce because a premature book-baby might not thrive, might not even survive. I don’t know what this baby is going to look like. I keep trying to envision her, but I don’t want to taint the creation process with my imaginings. God, when the time is right, I pray for clear and unmistakable, irresistible contractions. Meanwhile, I will shovel in prenatal vitamins, work on my breathing, and clear out/prepare room for her arrival.