Note: The late fall sun makes the book look light green, but it’s actually purple. #writer #notaphotographer
An unusual year . . . can also bear fruit
This was the year I thought I’d get monster “beefsteak” tomatoes in three colors. I started plants in January. They were trees, I tell you, trees, by the time I put them in the garden.
I got two. Count’em: 2. Not what I’d hoped.
But, in the garden, something always does well.
The story harvest wasn’t bad at all . . . there’s a collection of fairy tales with the first three books in one volume.
You never quite know what a year will bring. It’s worth collecting your wins and celebrating them. When you start digging, there’s always more to be thankful for.
I wrote every weekday for about five years.
Suddenly . . . 🙂
practically overnight . . . 🙂
Three books about a world that didn’t exist before.
Where did they come from?
I was there every day. I know. But the finished, 752-page book still takes me by surprise. When I read some passages to proof the final version, sometimes I even laugh out loud.
Those are the same surprises that jolted me when I was writing.
I hope these stories fuel the dreams of the kids in your life!
Here’s to you! To the things you make and the growing people you support–every day–without noticing.