After a fabulous session on description with my writing group, I decided to finally take my YA notes and start writing. The prologue came with ease, a mere two pages to set the stage. But now, “chapter one” stands before me, and all of a sudden the fears that have kept my notes buried at the bottom of my idea pile for the past year have returned.
The first one being “how do I go from writing two page stories to two hundred page stories?” My logical brain knows the answer is “one page at a time”, but the irrational side of my brain doesn’t want to hear it at the moment.
The second fear is that once I get started I won’t be able to stop, and seeing that it’s already late, I don’t want to be up until the wee hours of the night. Some people can get by on four or five hours of sleep, but I am not one of them.
Tonight, however, when getting ready to put my daughter to bed, she requested one of my stories as opposed to picking a book from her shelf. So I read her my most recent children’s picture book manuscript, and she gave me her suggestions (gotta love kids). Then she said something that gave me the jolt I needed to get back to my YA. “Not everyone is so lucky to have a mom that’s almost famous.”
While it would be nice to one day become a”New York Times Best Selling Author”, it would be even more cool just to sell a few books and be famous in the eyes of my daughter. So, back to chapter one I go.