What is this? It’s like a post. In less than week since the last post? Cuh-razy!
So what did I do since the last post? Only write an entire book! Don’t freak out. It was a Trouble kidlit book. Okay, freak out a little. It was 13K.
I also edited Trouble with Pets and had my first beta for it! She says the voice and language is right for chapter books, so yay, that’s what I was aiming for! Goodness, there are a lot of exclamation points in this post. I blame Trouble.
So this book I wrote this week is called Trouble at the Ranch. It starts off at a bake sale where Bex wins the tickets for horse camp in a raffle. So here’s some from the beginning.
Trouble stood in the middle of the tent, looking at all the goodies around him. His eyes were wide, and he was bouncing.
“Bex, I want some cake!” he said.
“You can’t have anything unless you buy it,” I said. I said “buy” really loud so he would know that it was important.
“‘Cuz these are here for buying.”
“But what about the picnic?” The church usually had lunch after the sermon. “The picnic is free.”
“No picnic today. Today we’re getting money for poor children and schools and Girl Scouts and stuff.”
He frowned. “But that’s not fair.”
Trouble had a weird idea what was fair.
“Buy me something?” he said.
I had an idea. It was an idea I got from Mom. She was always telling me that if I was good, she would get me things. Trouble got me in trouble too much to get them most of the time, but I thought maybe he’d be good if I offered something to him.
“If you don’t mess anything up, I’ll buy you something at the end of the bake sale.”
“Hmmmm.” He thought about it, then nodded.
We ran up to my room to get my money. I had eight dollars and sixty-two cents. I hadn’t looked at how much things were, but I thought that could probably buy both me and Trouble a brownie or a cookie.
Trouble tugged on my hand. “I wanna choose now.” He pulled me back to the tent and looked at every single dessert they offered. “Oh, I want this,” he said at the carrot cake. “No, this,” he said at the chocolate fudge brownies. “No, this,” he said at some snickerdoodle cookies. “No, wait, this,” he said at a cheesecake.
Some of the stuff, like the cheesecake, was too expensive. They weren’t selling slices of cake or pie. They were selling the whole thing. The cheesecake was twelve whole dollars. I couldn’t get that. “Trouble, you gotta choose something small.”
“What about these?” He pointed to some chocolate candies. They were chocolate around peanut butter. It reminded me of how Trouble always said we were like peanut butter and jelly. Stuck together.
Hope you enjoyed, and have a great Fourth of July tomorrow!
Lots of love,