Something funny happened when I finished my first book, and it happened to my two young daughters.  When they saw me writing every day for months, and finally glimpsed the shiny new book that arrived in the mail with my name on it, they got very excited.  Excited for me, sure, but mostly excited for them.  You see, now they wanted to be authors!

Many kids love to read and even a number of those like to write.  But something seemed to happen when I finished Breakthrough that really crystallized the idea for them.  They started thinking about larger stories, and more importantly, the world around them.  They started writing small stories and putting their names on them under the title of “author”, and then of course asked if I could publish them.  It was beautiful, and perhaps the best “I want to be like daddy” moment of my life.

Now after a few months, the talk of it all has died down, but something is still different.  Even if just in what they perceive they are capable of, something is different, and the world is a little brighter to them.

And best of all, they want their daddy to write more.  Of course, now they want me to write a book just for them, and you know what, I think I just might…