My daughter, the writer
For some time now my older daughter, Rebecca (10) has been writing stories and poems -- on her own and without prompting from either her parents or from her school.
Usually, I'm not privy to these works in progress. And from Rebecca's perfectionist point of view, her writings are always works in progress. But today the printer jammed and suddenly, Dad became a necessary component of the creative process.
So while my wife escorted Rebecca to choir practice, I got to read Rebecca's latest story, a kind of "Star Is Born" thing titled, "The Blue Letter." Here's my favorite part from a section of dialogue:
"I dunno, Lez. It's pretty clear that it's an iffy situation. Who knows? Maybe you'll be performing the rest of your life and become famous or maybe you'll end up having 27 cats and never marrying. Who knows the future?" Emily said.
Who knows, indeed? Doesn't it make you want to read the rest of the story?
Usually, I'm not privy to these works in progress. And from Rebecca's perfectionist point of view, her writings are always works in progress. But today the printer jammed and suddenly, Dad became a necessary component of the creative process.
So while my wife escorted Rebecca to choir practice, I got to read Rebecca's latest story, a kind of "Star Is Born" thing titled, "The Blue Letter." Here's my favorite part from a section of dialogue:
"I dunno, Lez. It's pretty clear that it's an iffy situation. Who knows? Maybe you'll be performing the rest of your life and become famous or maybe you'll end up having 27 cats and never marrying. Who knows the future?" Emily said.
Who knows, indeed? Doesn't it make you want to read the rest of the story?
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