When I was in 3rd grade, I started a "Writer's Club" at recess. It boasted 2 members on day 1 and was just me by day 2 but I wrote a whole series called "Love is . . ." and still have them! They are folded pieces of paper, stapled with the funniest drawings. The "books" take you inside a 3rd graders mind, but don't have much in the way of story element. I grew up and pursued teaching instead. I taught 3rd and 4th grades for 10 years. The only thing I disliked about it was teaching writing - especially GRADING it! But towards the end of my full-time teaching years, I took some writing classes that turned my thoughts around. When our daughters were born, we decided I'd stay home with them. That began my second career. Ten years later when both of the girls were in school full time, I began subbing. Interacting with students again inspired me to once again explore writing. The dream had been dormant but not dead. Every once in awhile, I'd think of a plot and begin writing but give up after a page or chapter or two. I kept telling those who asked that unless God gave me an idea, I couldn't write. I also had a friend tell me that children's publishers are looking for series of books, not stand-alone stories. My comment was "I can't even think of one idea, let alone a series!"