My Super Duper Top Secret Writing Project REVEALED
So… when I decided to do NaNoWriMo, I was in an interesting situation. I always do NaNoWriMo. And, because I feel like it’s sort of a rebellious thing, I always try to write a weird book completely outside of my comfort zone that I don’t entirely intend to publish but secretly hope it will become a bestseller. So far, no secret hope come true, but maybe someday, right?
This year, I entered NaNo season after talking with my 13 year old about books and how it was hard to find a book for her to read. So, being the slightly insane woman I am, I decided to take on the challenge for NaNo. Yes, friends, my secret book was a Young Adult. Let’s be clear here- the book was solely written with my daughter’s tastes in mind. Which means a ton of stuff blows up, there’s a dragon, the heroine can totally kick anyone’s butt, and there’s a nod to her favorite character from TV. This also means that I have no idea if there’s a market for it, or if it’s even wise for me to try to sell a YA at this point in my career, so this book may never see the light of day. And I am perfectly okay with that.
I decided that this book would be my daughter’s Christmas present. I wrote it, and I’ll be honest, I LOVE THIS BOOK!! Which probably means it’s total crap, but I don’t care. Did I mention I blew up a ton of cool stuff in it? I also decided that I was going to keep this a secret and make it a surprise, which was REALLY hard to do because I REALLY loved writing this book. And I was REALLY excited to see what my daughter thought.
And then, sometime in December, as I was patting myself on the back for being THE BEST MOM EVER, I had a horrible realization. I had another child who would be really hurt if I didn’t write HER a book for Christmas. Thus turning me into the worst mom who ever walked the planet and would cause my child years of heartache and therapy to get over the fact that I clearly liked her sister better because I wrote her sister a book and not her. Crap. So I wrote ANOTHER book.
Yes, friends, once my big December work project was finished, I wrote another book. For my 9 year old princess. I call it, “Mommy needs her head examined.” Fortunately, I could get away with writing a shorter book with a less complex plot. I think this would fall into the middle grade category, except that I may have pushed that line a bit. But hey, the point is, I wrote a book for my other kid, and finished it on Christmas Eve at 11:54 p.m., which means that I SAVED Christmas. Or at least I saved myself from the guilt trip I would have been given for the rest of my life for writing a book for one kid and not the other.
Sadly, the second book is not as good as the first. I am not in love with it. It is, after all, a rough draft, but this kid, bless her little heart, is yet old enough to understand. She just thinks that having mommy write her a book is the coolest thing ever, and that her mommy is awesome. Yay me.
The kids opened their presents, and were not as excited as I hoped they’d be. But they were still happy, and Cowgirl, who was sick, spent the day reading my book. She finished it already and liked it. She did not say it was THE BEST BOOK EVER, which makes me sad. Clearly my children do not think I am as brilliant as I think I am. Oh, wait. No kid thinks that of their mom, so we’re still good.
So there you have it. My Super Duper Top Secret Writing Project. Two books in less than two months. One that was totally awesome (as far as I am concerned), and one that was not so much (but the recipient thinks it is).
Which means I’m taking a tiny little writing vacation until I hear back from my editors. Or not. Maybe I should write a book for my dog next…