Unabashedly UnpublishedPosted: March 16, 2009
I now have three unpublished children’s books to my name. I never intended to write one — I don’t fancy myself the new Eric Carle. All three just sort of rose up organically as the kids went through various developmental stages. But I sure did have a lot of fun working on them and, like any writer, I think they’re better than an awful lot of the stuff out there.
I should be clear about one thing, however: I am decidedly notan author/illustrator like Maurice Sendak or Dr. Seuss. If I were to illustrate the three books, they would be the first abstract picture books. “Mommy, why does this page look like the inside of your lava lamp?”
Having a few unpublished manuscripts makes me feel even more like a “real” writer. Maybe in my next life I’ll come back as a failed novelist living in the Rive Gauche in Paris. Of course I’d be posthumously “discovered” and become a best seller — making all the rejecting publishers look like fools.
In the meantime, I’m secure in the knowledge that my three unpublished children’s books are pretty good. Or at least good enough to give to my kids one day. The three titles are: “I Can Do It Myself,” “The Kingdom of Serious,” and the children’s version of “What Size Are God’s Shoes?” — told from our dog Delilah’s perspective.
Perhaps I’ll meet a children’s literary agent at a fancy cocktail party in Greenwich Village. That’s my publishing strategy anyway. But seeing as I haven’t been to a cocktail party since I was an eight-year-old lugging the coats of my parent’s friends up to the guestroom bed, I may take these manuscripts with me to the grave.