Christmas is coming!
The time of gifts and trees and treats and stories. It’s the season of Advent, which means it’s time to think about the Christmas story. Time to light candles and put up lights, drink hot drinks and wish for snow.
Honey Butter is a great gift for avid young readers. It’s a sweet, light, heartwarming story written for all ages. But it’s an especially wonderful gift for young writers. Why? Well, I can say from my own personal experience that reading a book written by a young author is one of the most inspirational experiences in my writing life.
Throughout the writing process of Honey Butter and several books before that, reading another successful young author’s book gave me incredible encouragement.
Even just holding a book written by a young author made me think, I am not alone. There are people out there who love to create stories as much as I do. And if she could do it, then why can’t I?
Giving a young writer that sort of inspiration is one of the greatest things you can ever do for them.
Or hey, maybe they will think: I can write a way better story than whoever this Millie person is! I’m cool with that too. Challenge accepted fellow young author! I hope that in your quest to beat my skills you will improve your own.
Below you’ll find the link to buy Honey Butter on Amazon.Amazon
On another note, last week I gave myself a bit of an early Christmas present. I finished the first draft of my new book!
I don’t know what it is, but every time I finished a first draft (which has been twice now) I have this odd and sort of magical feeling. A tingling. A singing of my soul. This story is free. Real. Done. It’s a mess, a completely tangled-up, raw, imaginative, untamed mess. But it’s my mess, and that’s what counts.
So on that particular morning, after getting up early to write because I was pretty sure I could finish it that day, I wrote and fiddled with the keys on my keyboard in the chilly, gray, winter morning. Leaves scuttled about outside my window, as one by one my family began to wake up.
It’s always somewhere between the last important sentence and the end that I begin to realize that somehow I just can’t stop writing. My story is ready to end, it should end, and it could at any moment. But my fingers just won’t stop typing, trying to find the perfect romantic view for my main character and the most wonderful words to send it off. It’s only the first draft yes, but here is where the story will end for me. I’ve heard it said that “the first draft is only telling yourself the story”, and although it will be changed a billion times before publication, I wanted the perfect ending to tell myself.
I never got it of course, because authors can never truly satisfy themselves with their own words. If they could then they would never improve. But this new story has ended, the first leg of the journey is over. I have told myself the story, now it’s time to get it ready for the world…
Keep Writing, and Merry Christmas!