Way to go, Louise!
See? You just had to relax and leave be for a bit. Let your mind recharge. And you're ready to go again. You're awesome!
In answer to your question, I wrote Kid Stuff while visiting my grandkids in Iowa City. And here's the odd thing: it was a great visit! So I wasn't writing out of boredom, and I didn't even stay up late to write. Most of it was written while my hubby drove two hours through the rainstorm to get us there and the lighter rain when we came home the next day. I finished the story Sunday night at home or Monday morning (can't remember which now!) Anyway, it was a story that needed no revising. It just happened. Sometimes I surprise myself with the things that come out of me.
See, I'm very good at suppressing emotion. (Don't ask why. You really don't want me to tell you the reason.) And I guess I'd been worrying deep inside over some of the troubles my family had been dealing with, even though I didn't talk about it or acknowledge it at a conscious level. But once I was away from home, I guess my mind said, 'Time to talk!' and it all poured out into a story. And the odd thing is that I only realize this in retrospect. I didn't see it at all at the time.
But my family did. When I read the story to a member of my family on Monday afternoon, I was told how much they loved it. And on Tuesday, I was told that it had inspired them to take a stand against what was going on in their lives.
I had no idea when I wrote it that it would have such an impact. I was just following the story to its natural conclusion. (Straker always
takes me where I never expect to go!) But I'm so glad I wrote it! And to know that it affected one of its readers to the point where they stood up for themselves is the highest praise I think any writer could receive!
Louise, I know how you feel about the differences between your drawing and your writing. I have that difference between my poetry and my stories. I love to write! But the stories that I write -- although fun and crazy and deep sometimes -- are my fluff. I can share that part of myself with the world. No problem! My poetry, on the other hand, is the writing I protect with my life! I doubt if I'll ever publish it, and not because I think it's rubbish. I know it isn't. I'm not a lover of words for nothing! But I won't share it. It tells too much about me, and I don't want others to see me that clearly.
I'm a little hopeful that after years of writing stories, I'll eventually feel brave enough to give the public some of my poems. I've done it already in a few choice places online. But for the most part, I doubt that they'll ever all see the light of day. My daughter insists that she'll publish them all after I die (sort of like Emily Dickinson!), and that doesn't bother me. 'Cause I won't be around to see how they're received.
So there you have it! Now you know the behind-the-scenes of Kid Stuff. As well as other extraneous stuff too!