I’ve thought a lot about what I should write for the first official blog post. But then something happened that trumped writing about my fears querying, or how I secretly think I’m like Beyonce. Prepare to read about that a little later.
My daughter just turned four, and she is the sweetest, smartest sassy pants you can imagine. She’s also gorgeous. I take a lot of pride saying that she magically came out of my gene pool.
Yesterday, my girl put her hands on her sweet little tummy, frowned, and then sucked in.
I write primarily for teenage girls, and so my main characters usually are unsure of themselves because;
· You write what you know.
· Being unsure of yourself is kind of the definition of a teenage girl.
I never thought it would define MY daughter. Who just turned four.
I’m a writer and I’m at a loss for words here. What do I say to her? I’ve told her she was pretty and smart and wonderful every day of her life- somehow that’s not enough.
Sadly, what I want to say to her most of all… I know I can’t . Here, I’ll test it out for you. Tell me what you think.
“Go get your own pain, kid. I’m still using this one.”
Work in progress, I guess.