Are You Pregnant [with Books]?

I'm currently working on a number of writing projects:

1. The 2nd edition of The Allure of Nymphets which has almost doubled in size 
2. A short story based on a harrowing month long event that I recently experienced  
3. A small non-fiction volume about an aspect of New York City
4. An essay on the striking similarities between monks and pimps
5. And a volume of verse

Thus, like the protagonist in Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer, I feel pregnant with books. 

As I say, the day began gloriously. It was only this morning that I became conscious again of this physical Paris of which I have been unaware for weeks. Perhaps it is because the book has begun to grow inside me. I am carrying it around with me everywhere. I walk through the streets big with child and the cops escort me across the street. Women get up to offer me their seats. Nobody pushes me rudely anymore. I am pregnant. I waddle awkwardly, my big stomach pressed against the weight of the world.