Knightly Scribblings of the Year

The 338th of the Year 2022: Day 4 of B.E.D.D.

It Finally Happened


         A half-decade ago, I self-published a couple of children's picture books. At the time, I had put both through a few drafts and got multiple eyes on them; by the end of the process, I was happy with each book and paid the piper to get them in print. Something I was resigned to was the near guarantee I would not appreciate the effort of my past self and the depth of the lessons I had learned on the way. And now it has happened, I was reading both books as part of a pile of books for my little nephews, and the result was expected. I was very happy with the artwork that I had paid for—which is by itself worth the price of admission—and was disappointed with my own writing. My second book actually held up a lot better than I thought it would, minus a word change here and there, but my first book was a little more cringe to read back than I remember. And yet I felt like it was salvageable; there may be a second edition in the future.


Another Inevitability


         This day of B.E.D.D. is a little harder to write as I am coming up to that old wall in my head that says I can't write new interesting things in rapid succession. This is a feeling that is likely to persist for a few days if I remember how this went last time I did a lot of posting. (It took me about an hour before I was able to get started today. Tomorrow will hopefully be better.)

Memento Mori,


 KS