In December of 2008 I was working on a middle-school adventure novel (which I might still finish one day), but I wasn’t happy with my writing. It was a chore. I was working on the story because I wanted to be a guy who sold lots of books, not a guy who wanted to share a good story. The conversation in my head went a little like this.
Me: I am not happy writing.
My Brain: Why?
Me: I don’t know. The story is just not coming together.
My Brain: Well who are you writing it for?
Me: [long pause] Middle school kids…I think!? They’ll buy it write!? Hopefully!?
My Brain: That’s not a good reason to write a story.
Me: Umm…I don’t know then.
My Brain: What if you wrote a story without worrying about who was going to buy it?
Me: Umm…but then who will buy it?
My Brain: Doesn’t matter.
Me: [scratching my head] So I just write a story that sounds fun and then figure out what to do with it after I write it?
My Brain: That sounds like a good idea.
Me: What if…what if I write a story just for my girls? A story they would like? That might be fun!
My Heart: BINGO!
This story is for my girls. I hope when they read the books they understand the royalty inside them and it urges them forward with faith and confidence. It is a planned trilogy, with the first book dedicated to my first fair maiden, Alex. It has been the most fun I have ever had writing.