We all have stories to tell. Some stories become novels; others are turned into plays or blogs. It used to be up to an agent or publisher to decide what goes to print, appears in books or magazines, and is placed on store shelves. However, much has changed. For one, print books have given way to digital and audio versions. Agents and publishers are less plentiful and accessible. They appear to be interested only in famous persons or known authors. People have turned to self-publishing, but marketing is a huge challenge for the individual writer. The current era of COVID that resulted in confinement motivated many people to try their hand at writing and publishing.
There is a glut!
Last year, I wrote a children’s early reader and a pre-K board book. A friend illustrated it using beautiful watercolors. I can’t find an agent, so I decided to share the board book version with you.
“Oh dear,” thought Momma Bird as she flew low over the ground.
“A nest, a nest—I must build a nest. For my eggs, it must be the best,” she chirped.
“Soon I will lay sky-blue eggs, and they will hatch into hungry baby birds. I will need a
safe, cozy home for my new family.”
Momma Bird flew and flew, looking for just the right twigs, leaves, and grass.
Alas, after flying for many miles, she did not see anything she liked.
Momma Bird gave up and landed high in a tall tree behind a bright red barn to rest for
Yawning, Momma Bird woke up, shook her feathers, and looked for a nice, juicy worm for breakfast.
Instead, she saw something twinkling. She saw long, shiny, silver grass.
“Perfect,” she chirped excitedly. “This is the perfect grass for building my beautiful
She pulled the strings one by one. She wove the silver strings together and added a bit
of mud and some strong twigs.
When she finished, no bird had a nest more beautiful than Momma Bird’s.
If you listen, you can hear the baby birds chirping.
If you look up in the big tree, you can see a shiny silver nest—a nest made of silver grass.
NO, not grass but tinsel—Christmas tinsel.
Mommy Bird was usually too busy with her hatchlings to pay attention to children
looking up at her nest.
When the nestlings were quiet, she would sit on a branch, puff out her breast, and
admire her beautiful Christmas nest.
Author: Carole Garrison
Illustrator: Debbie Leoni