Back to School: Here’s a Pic of my Kid (Book)! #MWCwork
It’s that time of year again — the leaves are changing, the school hallways are buzzing, and all of my feeds are loaded with pics of toothless kids holding up signs that they’re heading to first grade, and they want to be a teacher when they grow up.
Dear, kid, don’t. Trust me. *Follow your friend, Katie’s, advice — just be a mermaid or a unicorn. You do you.*
I admit, those pics do make my ovaries swell — I mean, their shirts with gingham apples or monogrammed crayons that will, no doubt, return home that afternoon muddy, torn, and no longer monogrammed. It’s all so, well, funny and expensive. Very expensive.
All this got me thinking about my own kid (book).
I birthed that thing. Labor — as in real back labor — lasted for years — and the contractions? Out of control!
There’s no literary-pitocin out there to speed up the process, either.
Do you know how many nights I’ve stayed awake worrying about it? How many cups of coffee it takes just to make it through the day as a book-mom?
I mean, what’ll happen when I release it into the world? When it finally makes its way into a first-grade classroom — and becomes whatever the kid-reader wants it to be? When the reviews/grades come back, less than stellar?
For all my fellow, childless writers out there! I propose a new tradition. Let’s blast social media with pics of our books.
I mean, they won’t be as adorable, but, hell, I’m proud of my kid, too!
