My daughter, who is a very talented artist, created this watercolor for my book cover! Isn’t it lovely! Princess Tess and her Mess was was so much fun to write. I can’t wait to publish it. Then comes the marketing, which is always where I fail. I’m just no good at promoting myself and not rich enough to have someone do it for me.
I’ll never be famous, but at least I’m doing what makes me happy.
My first children’s book is finished. I didn’t think about it much, just wrote. Finally finished it and re-read it, then I edited it and re-read it again…you see a pattern here? Finally I decided to jump in with both feet and send it to my editor. She responded immediately with “What age group is this for?” “What?” I’d never given it a thought. I just wrote. What was I thinking writing a children’s book? What do I know about children’s books. I was hit with about twenty minutes of nail biting anxiety. Then I took a deep breath and asked myself some questions. 1. Did I enjoy writing the book? – YES 2. Am I expecting to sell a million copies? – NO 3. Why did I write the book? – Because I had a story in my head that needed to get out If nothing else, in years to come when I’m dead and gone, my daughter will be able to tell people I wrote a book about her cute little dog. Writing is an addiction, but not a bad one.
Woah, what do I smell, sniff sniff… What’s that? If I stand perfectly still, it won’t see me. Now I’m going to walk very slowly and maybe I can catch that fluffy little thing. It isn’t paying any attention to me at all. Alright here I go. Ahhhh!
Sandra tugged on the leash, “Come on Tess, we’re out here so you can pee, not bother the rabbits.”
Rabbit, that’s what it’s called? Alright, be quiet now, I’m going to play with the rabbit, slowly, slowly…going to get you…
Tess launched herself like a missile. Who knew the chubby bundle of silliness could move SO FAST!
“Tess, stop, I almost let go of your leash. I’d be in trouble if you got away.”
Tess watched in dismay as the rabbit disappeared into the thicket. It turned around to look at its pursuer.
“Ha ha, can’t get me now can you?”
I nearly had you.
Yes, I know, this isn’t my usual demented ghost tale, bit I see a story in everything. From the time I get out of bed in the morning, my world is a narrative, so writing about my experience with taking care of Tess came natural. I really hope someone enjoys it. Children’s stories are fun.