Hello, Friend! I’m happy to see you today. I don’t know whether any of the rest of you have tried to get into publishing for children, but it’s like wading through neck-high cake batter: thick, sticky, and so sugary you can practically feel the coma coming. It is hard!

Going indie in the children’s book industry might sound easier, but it is not. Indie kids’ books are a species of their own, often requiring special formatting, absolutely perfect command of the language (a single mistake generates dozens of bad reviews), saintly patience, and unwavering perseverance.

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Pam FunkeThat’s why I’m excited to introduce you to a new friend of mine, Pam Funke. Pam is an independent children’s author. She is the grand-daughter of a Pastor and was brought up in the Christian church. Her love of reading led her to write for the enjoyment of others. She lives in Hinesville, Georgia with her son and daughter. Today she is here to share a little of her book, Where Do I Come From?

967459_10201588419898130_1398741928_nMeet Sammy the turtle. Sammy is a baby turtle who is all alone. Where did he come from? His mother, Luna, was nowhere to be found. Where was she? Who created Sammy and his mother? Sammy goes on an adventure to not only find his mother, but to ultimately find out where he really came from.

Each day God looked in on Luna’s children to make sure that they were safe. He had the sun shine on the nest for months to keep the eggs warm. He touched the nest with a gentle breeze every day to show how much He loved them.
One day one of the eggs started to crack. God watched as the first of Luna’s children wriggled and pushed her way out of the eggshell. He then started pushing his way out of the dirt into the world beyond. A few minutes later, another egg started to crack and then another one. God smiled as He watched each of Luna’s children press his or her way forth into the world.
“One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Wait where’s the eighth one?” God said smiling.
He looked back at the nest and saw that the eighth egg had yet to crack. He blew a warm gentle breeze over the nest.
“Come on out Sammy. The world needs you,” God said coaxing the last of Luna’s children out of his shell.
Little Sammy stretched out his flippers and heard something crack. He pulled his flippers back and peeked out of his shell. It was dark inside of the eggshell. Sammy closed his eyes and pulled his head back inside of his shell. He was a little afraid until he heard the voice of God encouraging him to come out. Sammy poked his head out again. He used his beak to break the eggshell above his head. A few minutes later, his head poked out of the eggshell and into the warm, soft dirt beyond. Sammy smiled as the heat from the earth warmed his soul. He used his back flippers to push his body out of the eggshell and into the dirt. …

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