Origin
Just for Kicks: Reality is Stranger than Fiction
When my friend, the ballroom dance coach at the high school, asked my son to attend a workshop as a favor since they were short on guys, he came home and told me he got picked for the advanced class because his black belt karate skills helped him learn the footing easily. I knew at once this was a book in the making.
Just for Kicks
Continued from above . . .
This was my first entirely "Boy POV" book and I could not even write the first chapter without laughing out loud. Who knew it was so fun to get inside the head of a teenage boy?
During the pandemic, my son and I spent a great deal of time together while he was stuck at home "attending" virtual school. Ever since, we have a quirky mom-son relationship, and I got inside his head more than most moms probably ever do. I also probably laughed more while writing this book than any other book I have written.
Having sat through nearly every karate lesson my son ever had (perks of being the chauffer) I feel like I know more than I ever wanted to about the discipline. I certainly spent enough hours in the dojo with a laptop balanced on my knees trying to get a few words written.
Fun fact, this story is also a loose retelling of Cars, which was my son's favorite movie as a kid.
Editors
To see this manuscript, please contact Cathie Hedrick-Armstrong at Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.