'The book' went to print about 2 weeks ago. It's consumed any 'spare time' I've had since, roughly, the beginning of lockdown. Not that I've filled all that spare time with writing but if I've had spare time I've not felt able to engage in any 'hobby' activities except writing the book. So I've mostly just watched telly.
I've mostly described it as 'the book' to friends who've asked how it's going because 'my book' sounds so pretentious.
Specifically it's Everything I Know About Life I Learned From Powerpoint, a title I've been unsure about since day one. It's not out until the end of the year but if you google it it's started showing up on bookshop websites. Like Foyles. I guess you could pre-order if it you wanted.
I suffer mildly from a feeling of 'have I left the gas on?' whenever I leave the house. I often lock the door then have to unlock it, go back in, check the windows and doors, check the gas, make sure the bath's not running. That kind of thing. I get it very sharply when a plane takes off. It's a vague feeling that something's wrong but I can't turn back and fix it.
The book finally going to print has brought on a long, slow version of that. I keep imagining getting the first printed version, opening it up to and spotting a horrible typo or discovering an awful attribution error. Erk.