I'm slowly chipping away at this book and little by little it's beginning to take shape. I'm constantly thinking about it, and thinking about what I need to write. What I'm writing isn't polished, or beautiful just yet, but I feel that the kernel of the message that I hope to convey is becoming more and more clear.
When I think about writing, I think about Harold and the Purple Crayon, my favorite children's book. Today I came home this afternoon to write about one thing, and it ended up taking a completely different trajectory, and I realize that one idea for a chapter morphed into what I'm going to include as a separate chapter, and which was something that I hadn't even considered. It's exciting when something like that happens.