I spent Saturday attending two writer’s workshops hosted by an author with 80 published children’s books to her credit. I learned some things and it was great to hear another author’s perspective on the business.

But, you know how there’s always one person in a workshop who raises her hand to share at every pause? Mmhm. You know the one.  The one who has been told 50 times during the presentation that the workshop is about children’s book writing, and in fact the presenter has no experience whatsoever with the student’s area of interest? And who insists on continuing to ask irrelevant questions anyway? And the one who stops the class to share that if we can only watch our words on our breath as we breathe in and out, we’ll find that the idea is hidden in the space in between breaths? Yep. She was there.