When I started my kidlit journey, something shifted in my brain. I am a different reader now, always evaluating the story. Movies are no longer mindless entertainment. I analyze the character development, the plot, the resolution.
It’s a curse, really, having your mind always on. But it’s a beautiful curse. I can be watching my kids play, and BAM! A picture book storyline pops in my head. I’m minding my own business, conditioning my hair, when a book title falls from the rainforest shower-head. (Not really, I don’t have one of those. But it would be nice, wouldn’t it?) The point is, even when I’m not actually writing, I’m gathering ideas, processing them, and writing in my head. I think about it every single day, and that is why I write.