Geese sisters, an old motorcycle with sidecar, and a quest for a roadtrip -- funny adventure tale about sisterly bonds and conflict resolution (with a surprise twisty thing at the end).
After much soul searching, I can finally answer the question in my previous post. I write because I have to. I don't know why I have to, I just do.
Something else I've learned. I'm selfish. (I did know that already, but....)
You see, I am afraid to speak in public (I mean deathly afraid), so I have always thought that if I did sell books, I would do bookstore signings, but no school visits. Then in church today, as an illustration for his class, the preacher was talking about being 8 years old, elementary school art class, and play doh. It made me think about the author and the illustrator who visited my class when I was that young. They showed slides of their book (a beach book I recall), and how the illustrations were made, and how they came up with the text, and all that writerly stuff. I remember being so enthralled. They made such an impact on me that I decided I wanted to be an author/illustrator too. And that was 45 years ago.
Then it hit me. I discovered just how selfish I really am. If I should ever be so blessed as to have the opportunity to reach just one child... then who am I to run and hide.
My eldest daughter and her family moved recently. They now live 9 hours away from me. Neither of my children have ever lived so far away. I'm having a hard time getting used to it.
But I have a hard time getting used to change anyway. I think that's why I continue to write. It has become a crutch for me. It must be. I have never sold anything. Doesn't look like I will. But I'm too afraid to go out and live, so I just keep doing the same thing over and over.
My daughter told me last night about how happy they are up there. How they haven't been this happy in a long time. I'm happy for them. Really, I am. My youngest daughter and her family are happy, too. They live here in town, but have enormously active lives. I need a life, too. Instead of writing about people with lives, I need to make one for myself.
I think further examination is needed here.
"What lies behind us, and what lies
before us are small matters
compared to what lies within us."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
I have discovered that easy readers (easy to read, but not easy to write) are a joy to work on.
I took my 15 year old PB ms, and with a lot of praying, transformed it into a 40 page easy reader.
I can't believe how indepth the characterization can get in such a short space. Anyway, it was a hoot
to write and now I'm busy subbing it.
Yay, I finished draft #2 of my chapter book. I really am enjoying this format. This particular project is going quite well so far. I hope it keeps up this way.