Guest Blogger: Is It Just Me?

                                                         By Sophie Kalish
                                           (12-year-old daughter of David Kalish)

Everyday I have to deal with the two same things. My dad, and his best friend MacBook. I can’t exactly communicate with him. Asking him a question is easy. But getting an answer is not. He’s so focused on his work. His eyes are fixed on the screen. If I ask him a question he just stares blankly at his computer, as if I were saying a statement that didn't sound right. It’s like he's hypnotized.

But my MacBook "is not just a computer; it's my life," he tells me. So I guess I can’t complain. My point is, my dad is a writer. And that’s what all writers do. I figured out how writers think by watching the movies Larry Crowne and Mother. The writers all do the same: think, write, and try to publish. 

Luckily, after thirteen years of trying, my dad finally got a publishing company to agree to publish his first novel. “I thought that once my book was accepted by a publisher, I could just start working on my second novel,” he tells me. “But it’s not like that. I am doing a blog. I have to be active on Facebook. I am Tweeting. I have to organize my book tour. It feels overwhelming, and I hardly have time to work on my second novel,” he says. 

"But on the positive side," he tells me, "I’m connecting with old friends and former co-workers who I haven’t talked to or seen in years. And that’s a good thing. It makes me feel more connected. It makes me feel part of the community."

So he does know what he’s talking about and I understand how it feels to write because I write also. And if a question gets handed over to me while I’m writing, I can’t exactly answer. There's just too many ideas floating in my head.