Have I told you about my biggest fan? She may even be a fangirl. My titles and release dates are written on her fridge. She called me, squealing, from Borders when she saw Forever Again on the shelf.
She’s my little sister, and she’s 10. (8 weeks younger than my son, and they are the best of friends.)
Imagine how hard it is to be an enthusiastic fan when you’re not allowed to read the books. (While Forever Again has no sexual content, it does have adult “themes”, I guess you’d say, and it will probably be a couple more years before she can read that one. The others…never.) But she manages, and she does it so well she can make her big sister feel like a star.
So I’ve been a little distracted lately by wanting to write a book for her, and for my own son, of course, though he shows much less interest in my career than my sister. I would love to write a book she could read and love and show her friends.
But I know nothing about writing books for that age. I don’t even know what it’s called. Young YA? Middle readers? I have no idea. And I bet those books—the ones with blessedly short word counts, larger fonts, lots of white space—are a bitch to write. I’d even go so far as to say fiction for that age group is one of the hardest genres there is to write.
And yet, here I sit, dwelling on what I could write for the percocious, wicked smart, funny, christian-schooled 10-year-old girl who totally rocks my world.