Two months have passed yet I’m still not over it: four years of mental grind has taken tangible form. This box arrived last November.

Opening this box is my favorite part of the publishing process and must be one of the most rewarding moments of being a writer.

It’s like being handed your newborn baby for the first time. The car keys to your dream car. A college diploma. The hard work to achieve this prize is over. You’ve dusted off your hands and opened a new door. And there’s a sprawl of endless possibilities right at your feet.