People always ask me, “How did you come up with the idea for your story?”. All my family and friends who follow me personally on Facebook know of my love for dogs. I’ve shared before on other platforms about how Excuse Me Sir, Do You Bark English? came to be my first story. Our precious Little Bear was an escape artist. If the gate was left ajar, he would dart through and have a good romp around the neighborhood or even the forest that was close by. It was actually quite scary to have him missing. Luckily the Dutch are wonderful dog lovers and would all join in to find our precious boy.
Now enter Blueberry Pancake Publishing’s second book. This book has been written for a few years, but I like to give each book its own time of glory. I’ve also learned that self-publishing a book takes a lot of work. I will be revealing small tidbits about the book along the way until it's time to launch.
Today I would like to tell you how I came up with the idea for book #2. When a story comes to my mind, it tumbles out of me at a tremendous speed. This book was written in about 2-3 hours.
My sister and I were talking about the name of my company, Blueberry Pancake Publishing, and how I came up with that name. I told her it was named after our Grandma and how she always made me blueberry pancakes for breakfast up at our cottage. She looked at me in disbelief and said that she and my older sister never got blueberry pancakes. I laughed and asked what she got. Toast.
When the book is released you can find out more. The beautiful part is after this funny little conversation came an adorable story that is delightful and endearing. I know everyone is going to love this story.
I would also like to take this time to let those of you who do not follow me on social media that we lost our beloved Little Bear. Our family is beyond sad and in a state of mourning. Some may think this is dumb to get this upset about a dog, but this dog was very unique. They say that dogs usually have an IQ of a 2-3 year old. Well, Little Bear had an IQ of at least 4-5. This is of course still being a dog. He was the happiest little boy and loved his friends and family. His only downfalls were wanting to run like the wind and eating socks and blankets. A friend of mine explained that this is called Puppy Pica. It's a real thing and now I understand about this fetish of his. But what I can say is that this little boy was truly loved around the world. I've had messages of love, prayers and hugs from London to Little Bear Lake and from Texas to Switzerland. Thank you Little Bear for leaving your little paw prints of love on so many people around the world. You will forever be my best little boy.