I have had my first paid writing job. That is a noteworthy milestone. It wasn’t a big deal for anyone but me, but it was so much fun. The assignment was to write a detective story for children, with a manuscript for a guide, hidden clues for the children and location descriptions. It was to be held as a detective walk where the children followed a story and clues through the park at a local outdoor museum.
The detective walk has been held twice already, and will be held twice more. I had to go to the museum last weekend and observe the group of small detectives, with hats and magnifying glasses, trotting through the park looking for clues. The parents might have found it weird that the same woman was sitting on a bench close by every time they turned around, but how could I not?