It's too early to say but I'm really interested in getting into children's lit. It was all because of this one poem for my CW class. It was something I didn't really put much thought into. For some reason, I feel as though my hands find it easier to scribble words to the sound of a poem rather than something in paragraphs. Not to say that I'm a great poet - far from it, but at least I'm more confident about workshops concerning poetry than short stories.

So yesterday in CW class, I was the first to be critiqued. Instead of the incredible number of negative (ahem, constructive) comments I got in the past workshop, the good ones outnumbered the not-so-good ones. Surprisingly, even the ones who were usually mean at the workshops actually liked the poem. Hooray for 8-color Crayolas! (:

I liked what this girl told me before class (we were both too early), "Your poem has a future! I'm telling you." I thought she was just being nice, since she looked at my poem in front of me right when I arrived. But after the class, she told me, "See? I told you you have a future with this." That was sweet.

My titos and titas think I should write something and my cousin (an amazing children's book illustrator) will illustrate something for it - and then, we'll have it published. Ah, I wish! I wish! I didn't realize writing for children was so tough. But yes, now I have an even more real dream. To write for children. Something that, someday, my own children will read. (: Wouldn't that be nice?