All My Children
I’ve been asked if there’s a lot going on in my head and if it’s getting a little crowded in there. When you write books, people tend to ask things like that. They want to know where I got my ideas or how I can write an entire book.
The short answer is, “I don’t know!” That’s not the answer people want to hear so I will try my best to explain.
They are not books to me, they are my children. I send them out into the world and hope for the best, for everyone to like them and think I did a good job raising them. If I hear bad things about them, I get hurt feelings, but also look to how I can improve my skills as a parent. When I get compliments, I burst with pride.
These kids fight with me. Sometimes I win and other times they get their way. I suggest a certain outcome and they insist it will never go my way. I may have plotted their course but they seem to have other plans. I hopefully will always know the beginning, middle and end but it’s the parts in between that make life interesting.
Letting go of the first child was hard but we learned lesson along the way. Was I nervous to send number two and three out there into the cold, cruel world? Absolutely. It was just as nerve-wracking as the first time.
Will there be more besides them, you ask? How can you fit any more into that brain of yours? Well, like any good parent, there’s always room for one more. I just hope everyone will keep enjoying all my children.
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