Like many readers, I have a bookcase full of books, read and unread. The bookcase is floor to ceiling. My paperbacks are two deep on the shelf. That’s nice. However I also have other bookcases, shelves, books tucked away all over the house.
For me, that’s good too. I love to read and I’m reluctant to give away a book that I’ve really loved, or that was written by a favorite author. I give away one book for every two I save. Maybe I should probably change that ratio.
In my home office, I’m also overrun with books: books on how to use software, books on grammar and editing, books I’ve written (small part of my shelf), and books for reference. The kitchen is full of cookbooks and user manuals for kitchen equipment. The bathroom has an assortment of quick reads - that is, volumes of short stories, magazines, and the Reader’s Digest. There’s not a room in my house without its supply of reading material.
Seeing that I’m surrounded by books, it’s not surprising to find that I also write. I just sent a very short, but very cute (I think), book for children to one of my daughters for her opinion. If she likes it, I’ll send it off to the tough world of publishing and see what happens.
There lies the rub for writers. How to get the attention of an agent and/or publisher and get your cute little book for kids published. That’s the tough one. It takes guts. It’s like posing for a calendar in your cute little nothings when your figure isn’t little and it’s certainly not nothing. I’ll try it anyway. What’s life without a few interesting challenges?
Wish me luck and keep on reading. Those of us who write really need you.
Marilynne
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