Post by Kelly on Dec 27, 2018 19:21:53 GMT
This is a nebulous idea that's still in flux, nothing concrete. I had the desire to write a children's book about a potato ( since potatoes are my favorite food). I first thought about doing a heroine's journey versus the pretty much installed hero's journey. Then I did some research and saw that there's actually such a thing as a heroine's journey that has an established cycle. It made me not think that it really applied to my simple idea anymore (I just wanted to write a story about a potato), but I still have left the tagline in the working title. I have no idea what I want to happen. I just started writing at a whim. I do not know if I will ever finish it. My mother-in-law was so tickled by it, that she gave me a Mrs. Potato Head for inspiration in my stocking for Christmas. Just a side note, I named the main character "Terra" because that's Latin for earth (since potatoes grow in the ground).
Terra was a good potato, nestled in the ground.
She was a bit lumpy and not quite round.
Her skin was soft and only a bit cool.
She liked to dream big, just like me and you.
Her mother had taught her many great and noble things,
and her father recited glorious tales in the evenings.
Soon her imagination grew beyond the realm of their earth,
and Terra wanted to explore the world and discover her worth.
Mother and Father were sad to see her leave
but understood the extent of all she could achieve!
They kissed her goodbye with only a few parting tears,
and Terra, a little afraid but excited, pushed back her fears.
To be certain, uprooting her life was no small task,
and if she needed some help, who was she to ask?
She thought very little of this one small question
and instead took her journey at her heart’s suggestion.
Breaking free from the ground of her home, exposed to new air,
Terra shielded her eyes and squinted at the sun’s bright glare.
She tasted the crisp sunshine, felt the breeze on her skin;
excitement twitched her limbs and she turned to examine.
Her home, the garden looked much different above ground.
Long furrows of other plants stretched for miles around.
Above, a wide blue sky reached for the horizon,
and not another potato was there for introduction.
Terra did not dwell on this newfound loneliness
and instead took her first proud step in brave readiness.
She walked and marched as the sun floated along.
The shadows shifted below and a breeze whistled its song.
When the sun took its slumber and the moon rose to greet,
Terra had walked for very long and felt soreness in her feet.
Her efforts were rewarded with the sight of a river.
She rolled down to meet it, and the night gave her a shiver.
But before she could take a step in the cool, clear waters,
a harsh voice called out to warn her against such silly matters.
“To jump in that current, you could only be a great fool!”
And when Terra turned, talking to her was an old stubborn mule.
Then she asked him a strange, forbidden question,
“Why?”
She was a bit lumpy and not quite round.
Her skin was soft and only a bit cool.
She liked to dream big, just like me and you.
Her mother had taught her many great and noble things,
and her father recited glorious tales in the evenings.
Soon her imagination grew beyond the realm of their earth,
and Terra wanted to explore the world and discover her worth.
Mother and Father were sad to see her leave
but understood the extent of all she could achieve!
They kissed her goodbye with only a few parting tears,
and Terra, a little afraid but excited, pushed back her fears.
To be certain, uprooting her life was no small task,
and if she needed some help, who was she to ask?
She thought very little of this one small question
and instead took her journey at her heart’s suggestion.
Breaking free from the ground of her home, exposed to new air,
Terra shielded her eyes and squinted at the sun’s bright glare.
She tasted the crisp sunshine, felt the breeze on her skin;
excitement twitched her limbs and she turned to examine.
Her home, the garden looked much different above ground.
Long furrows of other plants stretched for miles around.
Above, a wide blue sky reached for the horizon,
and not another potato was there for introduction.
Terra did not dwell on this newfound loneliness
and instead took her first proud step in brave readiness.
She walked and marched as the sun floated along.
The shadows shifted below and a breeze whistled its song.
When the sun took its slumber and the moon rose to greet,
Terra had walked for very long and felt soreness in her feet.
Her efforts were rewarded with the sight of a river.
She rolled down to meet it, and the night gave her a shiver.
But before she could take a step in the cool, clear waters,
a harsh voice called out to warn her against such silly matters.
“To jump in that current, you could only be a great fool!”
And when Terra turned, talking to her was an old stubborn mule.
Then she asked him a strange, forbidden question,
“Why?”
