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I remember when my son Thomas learned how to ride a bike. He tried and tried. He was on the ground more than he was on the bike. And then one day it all clicked. And he road off into the sunset.
I remember when my daughter learned how to read. I read her story after story. I tried to get her to read me a story one night. She protested fervently. And then one day, it all clicked. And she couldn`t get enough of books. She was reading everything in sight. And not just reading fluently, but with the right intonation. There was no stopping her.
I have had the same clicking experience in the past two weeks. For over two years I have been writing my picture book I`m Just a Home Child. Although I`ve always felt like I was progressing as a children`s book author, I never felt like I was quite there. And then something happened: I sat down to write the 27th version of my book, and it all flowed. For the first time, I felt like it clicked. For the first time, the editing process wasn`t so painful. For the first time, I wasn`t stuck for ideas. For the first time, I felt like I had an inner voice guiding me every step of the way.
I have never enjoyed the writing process as much as I have in the past two weeks. I think it`s time to bite the bullet and send my manuscript to the editor. It`s time to send my baby out into the world. It`s time to get on that bicycle and feel the breeze in my hair, just like Thomas did.
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