Being guided by a nine-year-old…
The writing of my new book is well and truly underway and although things will definitely need to be tweaked, I’m up to about five-thousand words.
Which, considering everything that is going on at this end, is no mean feat.
I carved out the time last night and I wrote and I learnt more about what made my nine-year-old hero tick. Described how he feels when he runs, cheered him on as he made new friends, and found his way in what is quite a difficult situation and story (which does have a happy ending I hasten to add).
You see, every child has a story and some are more difficult to tell than others.
I even doubted whether this was the right path to follow, but met with a long-standing friend last week, whose opinion I really value. Not only is she a mum, but up until recently was a Teaching Assistant so has been immersed into the ways of school life and children of the same age.
And she assured me, sometimes the difficult stories are the ones that resonate the best.
So I have continued and I’m really glad that I have, as I do believe it’s a heart-warming story that needs to be told.
And I really, really like him. Everything about his struggle and how he’s going to overcome it. So for now my days are being guided by a nine-year-old and a pretty brave one at that… x
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