I know I’m not the first author to think of her works in progress as babies. The sleepless nights, the gray hair, the worry, the joy. That first giggle. My writing is my baby. Not just each book, but writing as a whole is my third child.
Describing this attitude to my fellow writer, the hugely talented Ann Charles, recently, a thought struck me: If my writing is my child, what kind of parent am I being?
Do I unconditionally love, nurture and accept my child? Am I neglectful, competitive, stifling? How do I handle my discipline choices, the ever crucial milestone of revision training and that bittersweet first day in submissions? What’s my attitude toward it’s health and socialization skills?
No book parent is perfect and that includes me. I don’t want to be but I would like to improve. But how can I be a better book parent so that my writing child reaches it’s fullest potential and we both have a loving, adventure filled journey we both can be proud of?
In a seven part series, I’ll explore the many facets of raising my book babies right. I hope you’ll join me in sharing your own parenting highs and lows, hopes and fears, trials and triumphs. Because it is never too late to become a better book parent.