Did you know that I think of myself as a writer? I do.
That probably seems silly to you, because obviously I write on this blog every single day, but something about it doesn't quite seem to count.
Maybe because it's goofy, self-absorbed, and undergoes almost zero editing?
And I always, 100% of the time feel embarrassed when I tell people that I am "a writer."
Including right now.
Because what does that even mean? It's like it's not even real, unless you're a published author or a newspaper reporter, of which I am neither.
But when I was staying with my parents a few weeks ago, several things happened. First, I started writing the Essays on Motherhood, which got an aaaamazing response and I thought "People like when I write things!" (jumping up and down like a little girl).
Then, I started reading a terrible book. It was sooooo bad, maybe the most poorly written published book ever, but it was published because a 15 year old wrote it, which is impressive (I guess). And I thought to myself "I wrote an entire book. Why isn't it published? It's so much better than this."
Thirdly, I gave up on the above book and started reading East of Eden instead, and I was like, "LITERATURE! I love you, literature."
Sometimes I forget that I love reading real, physical, beautiful books. And I love writing them.
And I did write one.
Over the last twenty-three years, I have written dozens and dozens of stories and book beginnings, about three of those turned into novels, and one of those is good. I started writing it before Travis and I were married, and it has nothing to do with marriage, motherhood, or twins. It's about sisters.
It's a Middle Grade novel, which means that it's about a hundred pages long and it's aimed for kids (girls, really) between the ages of 10-13 or so.
I've been working on it, and editing it, and fixing the ending this month, and now I think I'm going to try to get it published. For real.
And I'm telling you guys about it, because I am nervous and excited and nothing will probably happen -but if it does, I expect each and every one of you to buy this book from me.
To prove that you love me.
Aaaand, I'm also writing this post because I have no idea where to begin.
So if you happen to be a children's book editor or a YA lit agent or... you know, some sort of big shot at Penguin books (I can dream, can't I?), or just a regular person who has some experience in the book publishing world, I'd love any and all of your tips.
Comments, emails, promises to make me a best-selling author with a movie deal? I'll take them.
And maybe I'll send you a signed copy, when it's all said and done.
oh, and ps... I might let some of you read it. If you ask me nicely, and promise to help me edit it.
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