|Proof copies: Shabbat Monsters and One Chanukah Night.|
If all I wrote about was me and my own books and how great I am, I know you probably wouldn't read my posts. But this blog is totally all about helping YOU write and publish great books.
And sometimes, one of the ways I do that is by sharing my own experiences. So you'll know that I'm out here, too, struggling with rejection, trying my darndest to write great books and get them out into kids' hands... just like you are.
So I wrote a story, a few months back. My 6-year-old son was feeling very sad and very excluded in his kindergarten. He didn't speak the language and the other kids, all growing up in the same neighbourhood, were very cliquey and exclusive.
He came home one day, shortly after the kindergarten's "100th day" celebration and said it would be a hundred years before any of the kids would want to be his friend.
A story for my son.
So I ached for him, and wanted to write a story.
A story... about monsters. Because he loves monsters. Who doesn't?
And then, for some reason, the first verse popped into my head, fully-formed: