nursing and writing
crawling, walking, and writing
now he’s writing, too
Four and half years ago I sat at my desk, the wee one on my lap, and I made it past page 33 of a story I’d started a few months earlier. I wrote and I wrote. He nursed and slept and nursed some more and I wrote. And a few months later it happened… for the first time in my life I had written an entire book – with an actual plot and a beginning middle and end.
I found an agent.
He helped me edit and rewrite and tighten. And while I was doing all of that, I surprisingly managed to publish Haiku Mama. It went through the editing process and the publicity process and the promotion process and all the while I was still working on my first book. Editing, perfecting, editing some more. The wee one had moved on from nursing and toddling to potty-training and Star Wars.
Then I was pregnant and promoting Haiku Mama, and the first book sold! The editing and rewriting began anew. The wee one became a big brother, the wee-er one joined us all and made everything crazy and wonderful.
And still: edit, edit, tighten, change.
Now here we are. The wee one is in school, writing his own fairy tales. The wee-er one is older than he was when I started writing the book in the first place. And I have just emailed the final edits to my editor at Random House.
So much has happened since those first words went on the page. So much.
Four and half years. Really, longer, if I count the original few chapters that are history now, but that introduced the main character.
The wee one was a tiny babe when this all began, and now I just finished telling his Kindergarten class about why being a writer is fun and how brainstorming means you can never be wrong.
Shoot. I need a Kleenex.