By Peggy Morehouse
Who doesn’t love Dr. Seuss?
All of those life lessons wrapped up in rhymes:
His enchanting characters:
His fantastical illustrations:
He even gives advice on taking care of our home:
That’s why I called on the good doctor when I began to revise my novel after it was finished. The End had been stamped on the final page and I had sent out query letters to several literary agents. Time to close the laptop, stretch out my fingers, and take a break before starting novel three. Get on with other activities like hiking through nature, watching the sun rise, and lounging on my kayak on some lake somewhere.
“Stop,” says Mr. Literary Agent. “You’re not quite finished with novel number two.”
I straighten up. “Yes I am. I wrote The End on page 392. A high flying editor told me ‘You’re all set to hit send!'”
With a wise grin, Mr. Literary Agent says, “But what if you did this and tried that.”
“Ohhh!” I say with a rise of my eyes. “That would be so zip-zippity wonderfully good.”
With my tap-tappity fingers still cramped and fatigued, I pull out a gem for a bit of a prod:
I open the book and find what I need:
…Then he almost fell flat on his face on the floor
When I picked up the chalk and drew one letter more!
A letter he never dreamed of before!
And he said, “You can stop, if you want with the Z
But not me.
In the places I go there are things that I see
That I never could spell if I stopped with the Z.
I’m telling you this cause you’re one of my friends.
My alphabet starts where your alphabet ends!”
With the turn of a page, the fire ignited as I typed with new passion past the end of the end.
Many thanks to Mr. Literary Agent, Donald Maass, and Dr. Seuss for inviting me into the world beyond Zebra.