I have an idea – a Big Idea – that I think is pretty great.
I am going to be a Kid-Lit author. Actually, let me clarify. I am going to be a published Kid-Lit author.
That is my Big Idea.
There. I said it. No take-backs.
I’ve had this Big Idea for a long time – a really long time. Since childhood, I’ve treasured books and the magical worlds within their pages. I secretly hoped that one day maybe, just maybe, I would walk into a warm and cozy bookstore, scan the shelves of colorful spines, and see my book sitting there with all its other little book friends.
I would visit my book. See how it liked its spot on the shelf and ask if the other books were being nice to it. I would ask it questions like: Has anyone picked you up and flipped through your pages? Have any kids asked their parents if you could come home with them? Do you want a brother or sister book to keep you company? I would stay for as long as I could and always promise to come back soon for another visit.
For a long time, my Big Idea was more like a wish – a dream. Until one day, I had another idea. This new idea helped me see how I could make the Big Idea come true. It was a story – a story I wanted to write.
At first, I was nervous to tell anybody else about my Big Idea. What would they think? What would they say? But I took the risk, shared my Big Idea and (guess what?) they liked it! So I wrote my story and even found someone who liked it so much that they agreed to help me bring my Big Idea to life.
Now, I have more ideas – more stories – and my friends and family say that I should share my Big Idea again, but with more people this time. Like the first time around, I didn’t really want to. I wanted to keep the Big Idea to myself – to protect it.
But then I read this book – this beautiful, magical book called What Do You Do With an Idea? This beautiful, magical book, written by Kobi Yamada, told me that it was safe to share my Big Idea – that the only way to bring it to life was to give it attention. It said:
“I built [my idea] a new house, one with an open roof where it could look up at the stars – a place where it could be safe to dream…Then, one day, something amazing happened. My idea changed right before my very eyes. It spread its wings, took flight, and burst into the sky.”
So that’s what I’m going to do.
In this place – my new house with an open roof to look up at the stars – I will share my Big Idea with the world. I will feed it. I will play with it. I will give it my attention. Then maybe, just maybe, it will eventually grow its own set of wings and take flight.