My marathon has been an uphill trudge for many, many miles. Yours, too? I’m no longer bubbling with whimsical playfulness. Time to recapture a child’s quizzical joy.
Today remember as a kid what it felt like to—
Sit in a fort made of cushions, blankets, and chairs.
Eat watermelon and spit the seeds—far!
Turn your face towards the rain.
Discover a strawberry, ripe for picking.
Sneak a cookie.
Bash together two trucks.
Blow a dandelion puff.
Wait in the dentist’s office for your turn.
Hold a ladybug on your finger tip.
Make a baby laugh.
Now go write!
Also visit the illustrators’ websites. They celebrate whimsical playfulness and do so delightfully!