Because you asked for it...

So many of you ask when you will be able to find my Macy-Sue on the bookstore shelves. Well, I just wanted you to know that I continue to work on that (and on her - she has had to undergo a bit of charm school as I tweak and polish her little character!) and I have come bearing a gift. As you know, copying and pasting an entire picture book would be silly because no one would then need to buy the book if you could get the whole thing right here on my blog. Agents and publishers frown upon freebies! ...but that doesn't mean I can't tease you! I like to do that. It elicits responses that are always beneficial to my writing process! So, once again an excerpt you have not seen before from the Macy-Sue vault. This is from the third book in the series. Can't wait to hear what you think! (please excuse the non-indented paragraphs as BLOGGER will not let me do it the MLA way!) “I’m not afraid of you,” Macy-Sue told the monsters in her closet. “Don’t waste your time,” she said to the bully across the street. Macy-Sue was an imaginative five-year old who insisted on being brave every day. But one summer something changed. The sound of one certain word gave her brave little body scaredy-cat goose bumps. That word was, “S-C-H-O-O-L.” Other words like “bus,” “teacher,” and “recess” made even the hair in her ears tremble. One September morning, to Macy-Sue’s horror, all of those words came at her at once, “Macy-Sue, it’s time to get ready for school. Today you get to ride the bus, meet your teacher and play with all your friends at recess.” Macy-Sue spent the whole summer dreading that day. A few moments after waking up, she emerged from her room doubled over. She threw her head back, opened her jaws and let out a shriek that sent the dog to the garage, “I broke my belly button!”

I polished Macy-Sue...

So, by now you all know my saga of writing my Macy-Sue LaRue picture book series... I have recently had some interest (no, it is not another April Fools joke! I actually think I lost a few readers b/c of that....people were mad! hee hee sorry!)... So, thought you'd like to "proof" a bit of the new, polished version...but for obvious reasons I can't give you the whole thing so you will have to leave me lots of comments so "The Powers That Be" can see potential BUYER reactions!! HAHA You'll have to (pray for its publication) buy it to get the rest.

MACY-SUE LA RUE, FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO DO “Oh dear, this just won’t do,” Macy-Sue looked around her room at the peeling purple wallpaper. “Mommy’s tea party should be fancy, not falling apart.” She picked at the tattered, curling edges. R-r-r-r-ip. She ripped the paper from the walls, strip by strip. She ripped, twirled and giggled as the purple ribbons trailed behind her and tickled her ankles. Her dance sent her foot right through the picture window of her dollhouse and she landed with a THUD. Mrs. La Rue was distracted by the noise and scolded from her office chair, “Macy-Sue La Rue, find something else to do!” So she did. “Too much furniture. There’s no room to dance,” Macy-Sue said as she pushed and pulled, scraped and scooted everything into the hallway. The bed, her dresser, a broken dollhouse and two bedside tables all fit (some squeaked!) through her narrow doorway. Mrs. La Rue could hear the commotion and growled under her breath. Her grumpy lips called out a little louder this time, “Macy-Sue La Rue, find something else to do!” So she did. Macy-Sue looked around her room. It was empty except for a small table sitting by the window. She tapped her chin. “A mural,” she whispered. “This tea room needs some color.” Macy-Sue dug into her art supplies and practiced her fancy coloring. “This wall was just too whitey-white,” she said as she added raspberry red to the rainbow on her wall. “Mo-o-o-o-om! I am painting my wall for our te-e-e-e-ea party,” Macy-Sue sang out in the squeaky tune of her favorite made-up song.