One reason I turned to writing after having kids is because the adorable children kept getting into my paints. And painting over my paintings. Or the hardwood floors.

The clean up after writing wasn't so bad either - no brushes to wash. Or dust to wipe. (I worked with pastels a lot.) Instead, I just pressed SAVE.

But ever since I picked up my first Nancy Drew, Ramona, or Harriet The Spy, all I could think about was how amazing it would be to spin stories. Of course, I didn't understand real, ordinary people did that. I sure as heck wanted to, and if I was ever lucky enough to make the pictures, even better.

I've always been a doodler. I even had an art show once. But that was when I had one kid. Now I spend my days admiring their drawings on my walls. Literally.
I've stocked up on some illustration books and plan to study them when my kids are in school.
(My boys find surprises in their lunches.)
But for now, I have this middle grade novel to finish.
I might be MIA the next two weeks. Spending time with the kids and trying to beat the mysterious fever virus of 2010 that's had me down for six days now.
Happy creating. And go out for snow cones. They're not around long enough.
Kristin
P.S. Please respect these are works of mine, that took time, and do not copy without permission. Thanks.



People You've Showed Your Novel To That Are Not Trust-worthy Critics (e.g. Imaginary Friends), The Spinny Wheel O' Titles, Dedication Do's (Mom) and Don'ts (Someone You've Dated Less than a Month).





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