August has been a busy month. My daughter’s first birthday was on the sixth. Interestingly, my husband’s two sisters’ firstborn children were both girls, born on the seventh of August. Tootie and Becca are only a year apart in age, but my daughter Hannah, is the true baby of the brood, with seventeen and eighteen years separating her from her eldest cousins. I’d tried to hold out till the seventh, so as not to break with tradition, but it was so not happening.
In a way, I don’t mind so much, because it’s nice not having to share Hannah’s special day with anyone. We had a small birthday party for her (an excuse to show her off and catch up with my husband’s side of the family). We got a free “smash” cake from Publix, and though I rarely post pictures of my child on here, this one I have to share.
I just started school today, and this blog post is a brain break from algebra homework. I’ve neglected my blog a bit for the past month, and all writing in general. My friend, Mandy (who has inspired me in so many ways), has been reading my nursery rhyme collection for me; we’ve decided to see if we can find an art student (she works at a university) who would be willing to collaborate with me.
I would prefer to have illustrations to submit along with the stories (but I won’t let it stop me if I don’t); just like a photo on a blog catches the eye, it’s the illustrations that catches the eye when it comes to children’s books. I’ve never been a fan of Dr. Seuss (story or illustration-wise), and I would be horrified if that style of garish, hideous drawings accompanied any of my work. I prefer what I call softer illustrations–like a cross between Dick and Jane and Norman Rockwell; those types of drawings would complement my rhymes, which I believe have the charm of Mother Goose, still popular today.
However, these are the best young children’s books I’ve come across. I never tire of reading them.
They are beautifully written, and beautifully illustrated, and by the same author, too. Someday, I hope to be talented and skilled enough to do the same.
Though I write primarily because I love it, I came up with several other reasons why I do so:
Top 10 Reasons I Write
- I love to make !@#$ up.
- I love to kill off people in my stories–people I loathe in real life.
- I believe an imagination is a terrible thing to waste.
- I want something of my own mind (if not by my own hand; no writing longhand for me) to live on after I pass away.
- I am naturally good at it.
- Writing is a way to produce something wonderful, while consuming little.
- One can make lots of money doing it.
- I love to read, therefore, I love to write.
- I can do it in my skivvies (and look like hell while doing it).