woodsSo as a side project for the past few months, I’ve been occasionally working on writing a children’s book. Which I’ve discovered can mean a lot of things – to clarify, it’s not Goodnight Moon, nor is it The Hunger Games – I started it really as something fun that I could read to my boys that they would find exciting.

I first started working on in over a year ago when I had an extra day in San Diego between business trips, and if you ask me, there are few better places to start writing a book than sitting on the balcony with the warm Southern California breeze blowing on you watching the pineapple ships unload in the harbor. OK, well maybe a beach in the Caribbean might be more relaxing, or perhaps deep in the heart of Africa might be more exotic, but it was a change of pace from home.

Needless to say, it’s been a while since it first began, and with work and family life marching onward, it was usually neglected for other things. With several days in a row over the holidays this year, I was finally able to hammer out the rest of it, and the result is something that I haven’t done before. 17,000 some words that if nothing else, have served to keep my boys entertained.

The question is what happens from here and I’m not really sure of the answer just yet. Do I dare send it off to be pummeled or ignored by the publishing world? Try to self-publish or turn it into an eBook? Or maybe I’ll just post the chapters here on MB3 and get a couple dozen folks to read it. Regardless, my hope would be that there might be a few others who could read the story to their kids, or maybe even have their kids read it themselves and get drawn in for an hour or so of mystery and excitement that wasn’t there before. In any case, here’s the first paragraph. Let me know what you think, or even better, if you have any good ideas of where to go next!

 

In the long hot summers of central Virginia, the trees danced at night. Inside the white house with the black shutters, two boys watched the towering silhouettes rock in the breeze outside their bedroom window through the moonlight. The brothers shared a room and they talked back and forth to each other in their beds, trying to keep themselves from falling asleep like all boys do. When they grew tired of talking and laughing, they lay still and listened to the wind moving through the high trees all around their house, moaning like an old train slowly chugging through the darkness.

 

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