A few years back I wrote a picture book manuscript about how an adult New Year’s celebration might look to a child. I was thinking about pre-school age kiddos. I called it HAVE NO FEAR, IT’S A NEW YEAR.
I had in mind the raucous grown-ups’ celebrations juxtaposed with the childish sense that the world as we know it is about to change when the clocks strike midnight, and the ball literally drops at Times Square.
It is a story about facing the unknown, the new, and facing our fears.
The other day a writer wrote on a chat-board- “Every time I sit down to write, I'm scared.”
How true. I can’t think of a time when I sat down to my daily session and that voice in the back of me didn't whisper, “maybe you can’t do it anymore.”
And then I do it anyway. I begin, continue, and end the session triumphant. I face my fear that I wouldn't, and I do. Write.
The story, all six hundred words of it, still sits in the drawer. My critique group made helpful suggestions, and I noted which resonated strongly with me. Then I wondered if I could do the story justice, and put it away. For later. Much later.
Maybe I can’t.
Maybe I will.
It’s a New Year!