I put the first draft of my children's book chapter out into the world
today. (For those of you who may not have read a few weeks ago, I am
part of a group of writers co-writing a middle grade chapter book). When
I say "out into the world," I really just mean to the group members who
are partnering with me to read and edit. But it might as well have been
the world when I hit "send." Though I realized that this was simply a
step in the process, and that the people to whom I was sending my draft
would also be taking the leap of sending me theirs, I couldn't help but
gasp just a little when I heard that "whoosh" sound, and gasp a little more when
responses to my missive entered my inbox.
You would think I'd be tougher. I mean, each day I send a post out into
the world (and by "world," here I mean a potentially very large group of
people.) There are some days when I hesitate, and others when I post and
move on. But this chapter book is a new experience. Who would have
thought that in writing a fictional character, I was exposing more of
myself than I do writing about my own life every day?
Along with the emails from my partners saying that they look forward to
reading my chapter are their own chapters--perhaps sent with similar
trepidation. Over the next week, as they read and edit my chapter, I
will be reading and editing theirs. I know I will have many "aha"
moments when I see what my co-writers have done, and a little part of me
dares to hope that they will have an "aha" moment or two while reading
mine. There will be moments when I feel like a hack, and moments when I
feel as though I've really found something. It's scary and risky--and
exciting. And somehow, if I can stand the fear and the
risk, my work will be part of a book that will have "aha" moments from each
us. And will go out into the world. This time the real, 8-12 year old
world.
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