It’s probably still going to need some more work, but I feel pretty sure the heavy lifting is done… and now it’s in my editor’s hands. She’ll help me trim and polish it, and then it will get cleaned up by smarter people than me (all hail copyeditors and fact checkers!). Talented artists will make a pretty cover for it, and someone will write flap copy, and all that good stuff.
This book. THIS BOOK. I’ve spent years on it. I’ve written it five times over again, made so many dramatic changes it’s a completely different book than it was when I started. I almost lost faith in it. I cried multiple times when I couldn’t work out the time travel elements. But in the end…
I kept at it. And now it’s nearly done, the companion to Bigger than a Bread Box. SEVEN STORIES UP: in which a young girl (Annie) who has never met her grandma (Molly), finds herself magically transported to a hotel in 1937 Baltimore (here’s a pinterest page of images I compiled for inspiration, if you’re interested). WHERE CRAZY ANTICS ENSUE AND LIVES ARE CHANGED FOREVER!
Like most middle grade novels, it begins with a quote from Anais Nin:
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
Good stuff right? Now if only the book can live up to that.
I hope you’ll read Seven Stories Up, and like it. And when you’re done, I hope you’ll sneak down to the kitchen in a dumbwaiter, under cover of night, and make yourself a Sneakypie, like Molly and Annie did in Chapter 17!
Totally worth it.
Now I’m off, to sleep, and dream, and wake up in the morning. Because I have to figure out WHAT ON EARTH I’M GOING TO WRITE NEXT!