Recently, I “finished” writing my book. I say “finished” because in my head it was done, but in reality it was not. Yeah, yeah, I still needed to copy-edit it, but all the major work was done (or so I thought). In January and February, I had send my book out to a number of people in my life who offered to read it, and while I was awaiting their feedback, I was working on doing the copy-edits. Looking back, I don’t know what I thought would happen.