The overriding theme of the conference seemed to be ‘No one is buying picture books.’ I drove home feeling slightly deflated. Sure, my books will be published if they’re good enough. But even ‘good enough’ doesn’t cut it these days. The truth is, it’s now harder than ever to publish a picture book.
There are two ways to take this stark bit of reality. I can let it take me down. Or. What if it makes me better?
Deflation began to give way to a small spark of something. Optimism? Hope? Inspiration? Yep. It’s all there. You’re probably thinking I’ve lost touch with reality. Well, I kind of hope you’re right. A little less reality and a lot more imagination may be just what I need to write the best story out there.
By the time I walked in the door that night, I was ready to keep going. A homemade sign welcome me back. “Was the conference successful?” It asked. I now agreed it was. While unloading all my junk on the kitchen table, I looked over the hearts and the names written. The last thing I read was the icing on the cake: “You’re stories will remain forever published in our hearts.”
I smiled. Well, there you go.