Playing with Word and Pictures
Okay. The whole Boston thing has me bummed. I’m turning off the news and turning to something fun: writing Caleb’s book.
I’ve been struggling with the way to start. Going from a novel that allows you 250 words to a page (and lots of pages) to a baby book, where I must rely on pictures and very few words to carry the story is a challenge. But I’m enjoying it.
I took a lot of pictures when I visited his mom pre-Caleb’s arrival, and I’m playing with Photoshop to make them work in the story.
Yesterday, in the car, I came up with the first few lines (probably the first few pages, considering this is a baby book and pictures matter most):
Caleb came home with his mommy and daddy on a windy day in March.
Caleb slept a lot at first, because he was born early. Sleepy Caleb.
One day, Caleb stopped sleeping and started looking around.
The first thing he saw was Maya. Hi Maya!
Okay, that’s it so far. Granddad says that the first thing Caleb should see is his parents. I, personally, think a dog is more interesting to an infant that his parents. But I have taken his comments under advisement.
Writing a picture book is a lot of work. There’s a famous quote from an author apologizing for not writing a shorter letter, but he was in a hurry. I feel a bit as if I’m writing the Twitter version of a novel. Except…pictures. Lots of pictures.
Sifting through the tons of pictures of this sweet little boy makes it all worthwhile. I can*not* wait to get out to visit him next month.
Maybe I should consider getting a suitcase big enough to sneak him back with me?
No. He’d miss Maya for sure.