All artists look at their creations -- be they manuscripts, canvases, film canisters, or musical scores -- as their babies, and society does not object. This metaphor is never insulting, nor is it entirely false or original, for that matter.
I could call this the first book that I know for certain my grandmother would like, if she were still alive. But more seriously, it's also the first book in which I've written candidly about my feelings for my mother, who died in 2004 after many years of dementia.
You're thinking of taking that leap, where you can sit calmly with your cup of tea, look out your writer's window, and craft one beautiful sentence after another. Well, here are some things to bear in mind before you do.