I am always looking for inspiration that results in a new Jazzy Book. I've done alphabets, numbers, shapes, colors, friendship, opposites, word books and more.
September, however, threw me for a loop. I had nothing. No ideas. No inspiration. I didn't want to write anything. The thought of writing made me want to throw up, it was so bad.
It's not from lack of ideas. I have at least 7 different MG (middle-grade) novels, and Chapter Books for third grade, at various stages of completion. I have the text for about five different picture books that aren't about Jazzy. No matter what my mood, I always have something I can flush out.
Except this time.
This has happened before. It's like a mental shut down. When I fall into these slumps, I start sorting my belongings. I throw away stuff I haven't used in decades and, sometimes, I throw away memories, as if purging them will absolve me of this feeling of uselessness that overwhelms me.
I've never been to therapy and perhaps should consider it next time, but what helped me out this time was Jazzy.
Sometimes my expulsion sessions involve deleting files from my computer. Like cleaning up a hoarder's house, I ask myself, "Why do I still have that 106MB Photoshop file when I have the 5mg picture that I made from it?" As I perused the possibility of deleting Jazzy's old photos, I saw her cute face and realized that I couldn't. I suppose I will always be an electronic hoarder.
Jazzy is always with me. She follows me around the house. She tries to sit on my feet when I practice piano. She doesn't leave when I practice violin, though I can see her ears twitching every time I slide the bow over the E string. The minute I sit on the couch, she's in my lap.
Years of photos of Jazzy, provided me with expressions that match so many emotions. As I moved from photo to photo I could feel empathy in her expressions. It made me feel better, and I thought, "What if I put those in a book for children?"
I organized my favorite photos and pondered over the text for each page. Should I write just one word with each picture? Should I write an actual story? What should I write?
When my husband, Dale, saw a photo and made a comment, it struck me odd that he would think that particular photo was about sadness when I thought it was peaceful. Eureka! That was the problem I was having. Every photo could be viewed in so many different ways. Why should I put my emotions on what someone else might feel.
And that is how Caption This, Jazzy, came about. Here are some of the photos that did not make it into the book. (You're going to have to buy the book to see the rest.) I am waiting on my Library of Congress control number, and then I will publish it.
But of course, I couldn't leave it all to chance, so I created a page of words to help the readers write their own.
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