I'm working on a children's picture book. Actually, I've written a few picture books. Once I even illustrated one and gave the finished product to my then young nephew for a birthday present. But a published picture book? Much harder to turn into a reality.
So I decided to publish one myself. This is the beginning of the process. I've written the text and selected an illustrator--my daughter. She's minoring in art in college, knows the story since I wrote it for her years ago, and understands the concept. It's about two young sisters, opposites--a simple story, hopefully humorous, showing two sides of what it is to be female.
I realized something from writing this picture book manuscript--it's the illustrations that are crucial to the storytelling. The facial expressions and colors have to be right for this to work.
I also realized that there is a simplicity to this story; with a word count around 120, every single word has to count. I know I will be revising and adapting throughout this process. Once my daughter finishes the drawings, I'll decide which words stay and which ones go.
This is an experiment really. And a work of love. It's something I've always wanted to do. It's my baby and I plan to give birth in my own way, at my own rate, and in my own home.
And I'm doing it my way, breaking rules if I feel like it. This baby will be unlike any baby you've ever seen.