I wrote a novel this week.
Well, most of a novel.
When I decided I wanted to write a book, I knew it would require a lot of dedicated work. Understanding the industry. Connecting with other writers. Striving to improve my writing every single day.
That’s a lot to ask of small children, so I decided to write my first b00k for them. My then six-year-old asked for “a story about a squirrel and a peanut who are best friends.” I’ve spent the last year fleshing out the idea, writing, and then scrapping hundreds of hours of work when I realized the story started in the wrong place.
With the #PitchWars deadline looming, my parents took the girls for a visit four hours away. Grabbing my beat sheets, notes, and the mountain of discarded text, I pounded out 25,000 words in three days.
For reals, y’all.
I’ve spent the rest of the week revising, and am about to do a cold read through to the kids.
Will I make it to the August 3rd deadline? Yup.
Will it be the best story I can give? Yup.
Will my kids love it?
That’s the only question that matters.