As a man who has attended all three of the births of our daughters, I am eternally grateful that science has not reached out into the cosmos of possibilities to enable me to enter into labour. It was hard enough with AWOL.
I didn’t sleep last night, not a wink. 2.30 came with the sound of my cat wanting to taste the night air. My legs swung from the bed and walked me to where the staircase light is and then I descended as quietly as I could, opened the front door and let the royal feline out. She has a little sound that she makes as a form of appreciation for such acts. I think it’s there to make us feel good about ourselves for committing kindness.
My trip back to bed was still well within the boundaries of the state of sleep so, climbing back under the sheets should have been an automatic entry to the land of Nod.
Three hours of sincere attempts in which my body moved from one position to the next, in which my mind moved from one blank screen to another, and in which I clawed at the nothingness of unconcerned rest, was sufficient to tell me otherwise. I was worried about my baby.
It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
Frankenstein’s creature it wasn’t. Perhaps I did have a few traits that could be seen as similar to the other originator, but what I had managed to create was altogether more acceptable and organic. May nobody take from this that I am a man who is opposed to artificial lifeforms, as I have many in my little book. But in order to discover this, you will need to scrape the bottom of your digital pockets and find the sum of £0.99. Yes, £0.99!
I put this price on the book, not because I don’t value it more but because I want you to read it. I want you to read it and review it, or just leave a few comments on Amazon. If you wish, you could just send them back to me.
Now, the light of day is upon me and I need to make a coffee.