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Starting My New Book and My Mother

There's something truly magical about the beginning of a new book—the moment when ideas start to take shape, and a story unfolds in your mind. For me, this journey is always a blend of excitement and a touch of anxiety, as I never quite know how Annie the Porcupine's story will evolve. Yet, as I dive into writing her next adventure, I find myself drawn back to a place I haven't visited in a long time: my childhood and the cherished memories of my mother.

It's fascinating how certain stories can pull you into the past, stirring up emotions that have been quietly tucked away for years. As I sit down to write, I'm flooded with memories of my childhood—the aroma of my mother's cooking, the sound of her laugh, and the warmth of her hugs. These are the memories that shaped who I am, and they often find their way into the pages of my books.


Writing has always been a deeply personal experience for me, but this time feels even more so. As I write Annie the Porcupine's stories, I can't help but reflect on my mom. She was my first storyteller, introducing me to the magic of words and the power of imagination. I remember sitting at her feet, listening to her read book after book, and even her playful character voices that brought the stories to life.


I realize how much of that early influence remains within me. My mom's love of books, her ability to stay positive even on the toughest days, and her knack for turning simple moments into fun experiences are all part of the fabric of my writing. This particular Annie the Porcupine's story feels like a tribute to her, a way of honoring a mother's love.


Revisiting these memories isn't always easy. Along with the joy and nostalgia comes a deep sense of longing. My mother is no longer here, and as I write, I wish I could share this journey with her. I often imagine what she would say about Annie the Porcupine, her stories, and my themes of inclusivity and diversity. I wonder if she'd see recognized pieces of our own shared history.


Yet, even in her absence, I feel her presence. As I move forward with this project, I know she is there in spirit. Annie the Porcupine's stories have always been a journey back to my childhood and to the essence of who I am. This time, I am particularly excited to see how these memories and connections to my past will be transformed into lessons for Annie, for myself, and for my readers.


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