I’m having a major writer’s block. I’m sitting here looking at my computer, my newest children’s book, When I Was Three, is staring back at me, I’ve got this pathetic looking bear with a ‘cub’ in her arms, and a lot of blank space waiting to be filled.
The words are there, but I can’t put them together cohesively. The pictures are blah and need revisited. I’ve spent the last two hours going through clipart programs, considering buying a program called Sketchbook, and deciding against it, and then I decided to print the words out and give them to my granddaughter who is an excellent artist.
Then I looked at the words. They sound more like a sappy mother’s day card than an illustrated book for children.
When I was three, you dressed me, you fed me, you played with me, you fixed my boo-boos.
When I was four, I dressed myself, I fed myself and I played by myself.
Now I am five and I cook with you, I talk with you, and I help with dishes.
I still want to be held, just not too tightly. I want to be put to bed and talked to till I go to sleep and I want you to take me in your arms and hug me until I squirm.
I’m still that three year old inside, but my wrapping is different.
So, I guess it’s back to the drawing board, literally, and a complete overhaul of the words and their sequence.
Any ideas? I know I don’t have any right now.
Maybe a good night’s sleep and a fresh look in the morning will do me some good. Or maybe I’ll just switch to one of the other two books I’m working on. I am such a sucker for punishment.
Happy reading and writing to you all.