I should be typing frantically towards my WIP for Camp NaNoWriMo but instead, I have been distracted by picture books.
I stumbled across a folder full of ideas, illustration attempts (they deserve the rubbish bin not hoarded) and drafts of children’s stories I wrote when my daughter was little. Some are ok and could have potential, others just made my daughter splutter with laughter – not the reaction I hoped for. A story about tadpoles in a jar anyone? Since then more ideas have formed; colourful magic, dragons, enthusiastic infants on exciting days out and clouds are filling my mind. This is not helpful when the current scenes in my WIP are based on teenage angst. It is tempting to focus on pre-school fun rather than current project. The arrival of Children’s Writers and Artists Yearbook 2018 has not helped either. How do you get back on track when your mind gallops in another direction?
I need a kick to go back to The Ellfaenian Journals. Amber has waited long enough!
With my young nephew and niece visiting next week I may indulge in the beauty of picture books for a little longer.